I can still smell the parrafin and hemp smell from the chandler's, where we used to buy washing line for one and six to use as a sipping rope. I can smell the roast pork from Lister's pork butcher's on Breck Road, and the leather from the cobbler's which was just next door (I think). Mrs. Davies' pet shop was further up and she had pet food in large containers, which you bought loose. That smell wasn't really nice! What about the smell of the 'bombdies' where we played - all rotten wood and that derelict building smell.
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I can hear the sound of my mother's 'rack' as she hoisted it up towards the ceiling, full of washing to be dried. I can hear Barker & Dobson's 7.25 hooter, calling the workers in and the one-o'clock gun.
I'm sure I'll think of more...
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