Yup remember that sort of thing well. Our local bobbie used to have a bicycle and the cape was rolled up on a carrier behind the saddle. We used to play in the local park climbing trees and jumping off the air-raid shelters or pillbox, splashing through the mud in the bomb craters - no pretty parks then with 'keep of the grass' notices and only 'old parkie' to chase us if we tried to play on the tennis court. That was in the early fifties.
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