They do say you should never go back, but sometimes the invitation is irresistible, especially if you’re given the opportunity to re-visit the house where you grew up which you haven’t seen for the best part of 50 years.
So it was today. For reasons I won’t go into, me, my dad and my youngest sister were able to spend half an hour in 211, Astley Street, Dukinfield, empty because it had been recently vacated by the previous tenant. It is the place where my sister was born, where I spent my formative years and my dad’s greatest DIY achievement. Read more ›››