They probably don’t make tights like that anymore. The
technology was obviously at an early stage. Though these girls may have been on
the cusp of modernity in April 1969, the tights did not really do them any
favours – wrinkly knees, Nora Batty style. Smart move, Paula.
The occasion was Sheila’s forthcoming emigration to
Tasmania. We were playing football on “the dips” and the girls came down to
join us so that we could say goodbye to her. Sadly, she was never to return and
so this was the last time that we saw her.
I had intended to go on a bit about the railway on the
embankment in the background, but it can wait for another time.
R.I.P., Sheila Culshaw, remembered with affection by her
friends. [Photo with thanks to Dave Beck]
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