Bournville Heritage Day

For something like eighteen years, our family lived in Bournville, running one and later, two newsagents on MaryVale Road.

They were very mixed years for me, more bad than good, but I'm still friends with some people from those days and there were some good times. A lot of those involved my garden railway!

And crewing on Pat Ireland's The Lady Disdain

But there was also a lot of feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, feeling very alone, and having a complete nervous collapse.

I always have mixed feelings about going back, but Mum still has friends there, and I guess I have unfinished business with the place. So we trotted off to this year's Bournville Heritage Day. 

We had a number of reasons to go. I wanted to view the frescoes by Mary Sargant Florence that decorated my old primary school's hall, and to go inside two landmark buildings that were inaccessible when I was young. Mum wanted to visit our old parish church. Keith, the vicar, was a wonderful, much-missed man, and we spent many happy Friday nights playing Badminton and Table Tennis in the youth club. We both wanted to meet up with Libby, one of our ex-papergirls, whom we hadn't seen for 45 or more years.

George Cadbury: A Great Man. 

Donald Healey was a friend of my father. His wife thought I was a rather beautiful toddler. I feel the same about his cars

Detail on the old bus. I believe JOJ533 holds the record for being the longest serving Birmingham bus.

I used to go to school on this!

Walking across the display of vintage and classic cars on The Green, Mum mentioned how much she would love to see an A40 Sports, the car my father had when they met. It isn't often wishes come true.

Garden railways are still alive and well in Bournville, even in the church!

The sort of detail that passes you by as a child.

My old schools. Needless to say, both built by the Cadburys.

Although these were the main reason I wanted to revisit my school, it really isn't practical to take photographs of them.

    

The Quaker Meeting House. I'd never been in before, and it was only a few years ago I learned that George Cadbury's ashes were interred here.

I don't remember the bus seats looking so classy

Selly Manor. The first time I'd been inside since I was about 10

The Carillion was playing a selection of light music.

The Serbian church. My other big reason to visit..