I remember so well Jo and me trekking over the Meadow Lane Fields, trying to avoid the cows and their pats, heading for the Annual Thurmaston Fair, and where we would meet up with other youngsters all enjoying the waltzers, and the usual rides that had us laughing, and then heading back to Birstall in the dark, across the fields to home, knowing our parents would have gone berserk knowing where we were, but so what, we were young and care free, and we always watched out for each other, and doing things we shouldnt made it much more exciting, this is just one of many stories, of my
wonderful memories of Jo and all our old school friends.