A Return to Church
I was able to take up once again going to St Hubert’s RC church in Dunsop Bridge. This Vera and I could not do together, for one of us had to remain behind and perform both our daily early morning tasks, so we took it in turns on Sundays and cycled alone through the Trough and up the steep hill to the church. In those days the rules forbade eating before Holy Communion, so the 8 mile journey each way was done on an empty stomach.
More Bicycle Trips
We got further afield when we both had the occasional Saturday off and we cycled down to Abbeystead, and caught the twice weekly bus into Lancaster. Then we would do any shopping needed, perhaps go to the cinema and have a meal before returning. These were short and it was nice to once in awhile see something of a town.
A Trip to Liverpool
Veronica and I one quiet time when we could be spared took two local lads to visit Liverpool – the big city. They had hardly been out of the Trough so it was some excitement for the two brothers Gilbert and John Atkinson. Gilbert worked on his father’s farm Borderside and John at Marshaw. My aunt Lucy put Gilbert up and I can’t recall now where John stayed, and we showed them around, not that bombed and blacked out wartime Liverpool was much fun. We traveled across the Mersey by ferry to New Brighton. And don’t ask me why, we took them to the Royal Court theatre to see a performance of the opera “Faust”. It made a nice break for us all.
David Drinkall says
I am David Drinkall, born and raised at Marshaw and would love to hear more stories about Marshaw.