Just as a matter of interest, I was brought up in a Council House built directly after the war. I
remember we had a long garden with plenty of room to grow vegetables, we had an Apple tree
and a Chicken run too.
My Dad used to spend many hours after work and weekends tending the garden. I had to go
and help pick some of the veg's and get the Chicken eggs. The Gooseberries were very prickly
and I was so scared of the Chickens!
WhiskyMac
