Candles and Nightlights

Candles and nightlights flickering bright, blackout curtains shutting out the moonlight. Snuggle down cosy with blankets tight, perhaps the war will end to-night. Dripping setting from Sunday's roast, spread so thick on Monday's toast. Meat bones simmer on the old gas ring, Pa's homemade soup,the 'real thing'. Paper chains cut and glued, beer in glass bottles brewed. Christmas puddings with threepenny bits, the Meccano present made to fit. Sunday school outings upto Coombe hill, my first ever train ride,so quite a thrill. Walks over corn fields to the Bugle Horn, crisps and lemonade upon their lawn. A weekly soak in a round tin bath, towelling off by a fire in the hearth. A viewpoint from childhood scene, growing up at sixteen,Beech green.