If you follow Corporation Road, with your eye, the third turning on the right leads into the top end of Cleveland Street. There are a little row of houses in that part of Cleveland Street which were demolished years ago. I was born in one of those houses. How close we lived to the Birkenhead Docks. We used to listen to the cattle and sheep being taken to the Lairage by railway carriage of a night.
Just opposite to the field, which was the venue in the fifties for many returning circuses(we always got free tickets) us lads used to play cricket on the field all day and evening during the long hot summers. But those house were bloody freezing in the winter. My dad used to say: "we don't need a fridge, we've got a parlour."