I found this a delightful book which took me back over the years. The author recalls his childhood days as a baby boomer and what it was like for him growing up in Burton on Trent. When I had finished reading the book it stayed with me (and does still) because it had me recalling long forgotten memories of my own childhood. Times which our own children and grandchildren will never see because fear has overtaken us and we do not let them out of sight. Gone are the days of friends disappearing for the entire day with the obligatory bottle of pop and jam sandwiches, making dens in the park and living in an innocent and imaginery world where bikes and scooters became our horses for the day. So, thank you, Philip Whiteland - not only did you give me a book, you also gave me a great big pocketful of my own, long forgotten, memories. I look forward to your next book which I hope will be with us soon.