Home in Masham

The draw of home proved stronger than the dubious attractions of Leeds and when I was just ten days old we moved back to Masham, into a tiny cottage in Red Lane. To enter you stepped off the pavement straight into the living room, which had a wooden partition to deflect the draught when the door was open. There was a small back kitchen and two rooms upstairs: one my parent’s bedroom and the other a tiny box room which became my bedroom. We had no running water and shared an outside tap with the neighbours. In the kitchen a bucket of water sat permanently on the stone window ledge and you dipped into this with a cup or jug to save outside each time …

[Excerpt from Nothing Easy: My Young Life 1935 – 1977]