20thJuly 2019. 05:00.
I have been awake since about four o’clock, thinking about my lovely day in Chertsey for the famous Black Cherry Fair—and also buzzing about my recent lottery win.
I have been staying with Alex and Sheila in beautiful home in Ottershaw, thankyou both.
After all these years it was my first time for the fair
I have always loved our quirky little town, but this was something special, the work that must gone into organising everything was so worth it. We sometimes forget, that it’s always the same little group of enthusiasts, giving up their spare time to make this happen.
Thankyou, everyone one, you made my day, and for all those crowds enjoying this special day.
We walked all around the places I remember, The Abby Barn where I was first told to get lost by my future wife Ann, but she softens in the end.
The sad little bridge over the Abbey river with the floating water lillies, looking like a Monet painting.
Willow Walk, where Benny Beech was always willing to sell you a cotter pin for your bike, even though it was a Sunday, from his big heap of nuts, bolts and anything to do with bikes that he had on his bench, a lovely man.
There is no doubt that the place has changed, but at the top of the town, it can be seen what Chertsey used to be like when I was a child.
I remember being treated to my dinner in a café opposite the town hall, when I helped Bobby Salmon do his green grocery round in 1946; sausage, egg and chips cost him one shilling!
Bearing this in mind, I thought I would treat Alex and my friend Andy— who came down from London, specially to see what we had to offer—to a nice dinner.
Since my Lottery win, I felt in a very rare generous mood, we thought we would try the Thai Café in Windsor street, it was delicious.
Now, my meal in 1946 cost a shilling, and although the Thai meal very reasonable, I soon realised that my winnings of £2:90 did not go very far.