
All
this sounds very grim and some of it was. But I had parents who cared
for me and the countryside seemed a very safe place. We cycled and roamed
for miles without any adult needing to keep an eye on us. Pollution
had not yet seriously affected the birds and flowers. Farming still
was practised as it had been for hundreds of years. In the summer the
farmers cut fields full of long grass and wonderful wild flowers and
made hay for the winter. Making hay and building a haystack of fragrant
dried grass and flowers was a wonderful experience. Life seemed very
good. I knew nothing of war or cruelty. Only the ruined buildings in
Sheffield left over from the Nazi attacks of the 1940 raids warned me
that the world for some could be a dangerous place.
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