Born Free

Many bloggers were very patient with me while I was away on my holidays.  I have shared a good deal of holiday spam with you already and long waffling accounts of my footsteps around the north of England and Wales (I am not very good at being succinct!)…but the photo prompt from The Haunted Wordsmith  The Haunted Wordsmith brought to back a place I have not shared with you yet.


Photo credit Free-Photos @

Our home town was a new town.  It was built in the 1960s as an overspill from Liverpool, although it was built in the neighbouring county of Lancashire.  The population of the town were mainly Liverpool folk moving to where there was affordable housing, although the quality of some of the construction may have been a bit dubious in places.

But the construction quality of the assortment of boxes we lived in mattered not to us – and what is a house if it is not an assortment of boxes of various sizes in which you store stuff – some useful and some useless?  We lived for the school holidays and the weekend -when we were FREE…free as the wind blows, free as the grass grows, free as the river flows…free to gallop wildly through fields and swing from the tree-tops and splash in muddy puddles.  Free for adventures of every possible variety!

Born free, as free as the wind blows
As free as the grass grows
Born free to follow your heart

Born free, and life is worth living

Behind out house was a path that led underneath a major dual carriageway road.  Five minutes of running and we entered “The Beacon Country Park”, which was the perfect playground for us as children, our pocket of paradise, where we IMG_20180705_153625were able to run free!

I have lots of photographs, similar to the one above, of the grassy fields and trees that were our playground throughout our childhood years.  We played hide and seek, we played pirate and spy games, we had races with each other and lots of football or rugby.  We climbed trees.  This was my tree.  When I visited my home town this past month I climbed it yet again and looked out on the view of the Mersey basin.

How I would love to have a day of childhood over again…with all of my siblings and the neighbour’s children.  We would go on another of our adventures up to the Beacon and run with unbounded energy through the grassy fields and climb trees.  Aaaaah!

via Succinct — Word of the Day Challenge

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