My 1st view of the home was in total darkness. Paul and I had been collected from Edinburgh train station by a social worker near to midnight I think. Driven to the home and straight to bed. We were both shattered after the train ride from Weston-Super-Mare.
The following day when we got outside (should have mentioned all this was happening during the summer holiday's) I realised the home was 2 normal council house's with a connecting door on a normal council estate in Crossgates. Behind the home was a wee park with swings etc it was quite a cool place to be, after all the upheaval of the preceding few months. More settled and the kids spoke like I did with no funny accents.
Paul and I were not to spend to much time here and the little time we did was relatively ok, other than the day I fell of the bike they were trying to get me to ride and fell in a huge pile of nettles. That was lovely lol.
The folk that worked there were quite good as I remember. None of the stuff you so often hear about from council run children's homes. I even got pocket money 1st time in my life. I remember it was 2 and 6 an old half crown. I felt like a millionaire hee hee. On a Saturday when we got our money I would go with some of the older boys into Dunfermline and by the time we got back I would be skint. Good training for being an adult that was lol.
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