I have to digress again John, little flashes keep occurring, such as my earliest memories. I vaguely remember Mu as a baby in bed with Mum & Dad back from the war. It may be my imagination but I see me in the tin bath & this soldier standing there The German prisoners of war, who were housed on Brocton Common, digging ditches & being told to keep away else we would be sucked down & lost for ever in the mud. The hunt going by how gorgeous they looked. The hounds so brown & white. The land belonged to Lord Atherton on one side & Lord Beaulea — wrong spelling — the other. One of the pits was called "The Fair Lady" it was down in a valley called Beau Desert & really was a lovely spot. Hednesford Hills was a lovers' walk & one could see for miles over the Chase. The War Memorial was built there & a murder had been committed The man had killed his unfaithful wife & cut her up & wheeled the bits up & put them in the Gasometer. How exciting it was in this small hamlet & the scandal lasted for years. The only other crimes seemed to be gambling & drinking There were no buses of cars then. We were
- Beaulieu (pronounced "Bewley"). The Beaulieu estates are in Hampshire, but I guess they owned land near Hednesford. "Atherton" should be "Hatherton."