Summer days at the Sea Bathing Lake were punctuated by family picnics around the pool, which consisted of tomato sandwiches, banana sandwiches and – the mere thought of it – jam sandwiches. Jam sarnies! I can still hear the clatter of feet on the planks of the wooden bridges over the Marine Lake as we strode towards the pool. There is a photograph in a family album which shows my parents, newly married, not long after the War, marching forward with their swimming costumes tightly rolled in a towel under the arm, something in their confident stride emblematic of the new world into which so many Britons were stepping in the late 1940s and 1950s, a world of semi-detached houses, washing machines, then fridges and cars, a land fit for consumers.
|Brenda and Wilfred Murray 1940s|