Happy boyhood memories
By Mike Seaman
Although I am now 62 years old, living in sunny Cornwall for the last 23 years and the last 6 running a very successful allotment site, my memories while turning the soil so often go back to my happy early years living in Watford.
Born & bred near to Watford Junction, as soon as I’d finished my paper round I’d be off ‘down’ the Bridle path with my duffle bag and notebook and pen overlooking 1C, the code for Watford’s engine shed, watching 40672 shunting and 47432 scurrying about, yes I still remember the numbers some 50 years later.
The friends made, the excitement of an express coming through, getting covered in smuts and smoke, and the disappointment of the time allowed being up all are vivid memories.
I worked for British rail at Melton House, Clarendon Road for around 6 years before getting married and having to remove to Bedford as the property was SO much more affordable for a mere railway clerk but continued to commute.
As an ardent supporter of the Hornets since 1958 when my Grandad used to take me along, plying me with humbugs and embarrassingly shouting advice to the referee, I still remember the team to this day, Bobby Bell, Sammy Chung, George Catleigh, etc,etc. I still look for the team’s result as soon as possible on a Sat and it’s a big help with the media coverage nowadays when at least I get to see the highlights but can’t exactly be a regular home attender anymore.
Wherever I have lived, Watford is ‘home’ to me and it pleased me to see my Cornish wife (from Port Wenn, sorry Port Isaac) actually looking in estate agents windows last time I visited my home town, she liked Watford so much.
So do I, but committed to retirement on the allotment in the South West now. I could have a worse fate?