I am skipping quite a lot of years today - as you can imagine when the end of the war eventually arrived it was ""Celerbrations - Happiness - all sorts of mixed emotions - (wouldn't have to get up during the night to go down the shelter). Wouldn't have to black out the windows.....The men who were in the Forces would be coming home.
The actual first night of peace the Market Place was crowded with people enjoying themselves Singing and Dancing Drinking just having a good time - I was nearly 14 years old, and I remember that night an American Service Man climbed to the top of one of the lamp posts that stood near the Market Place -
There were several lamp posts in a row along the front of the Market, they had a large circle at the top - which the young gentleman decided to sit on - but unfortunely he fell - unknown to me my future Husband was on the Market place that night and saw the very same thing.
We had another three years before we actually met - I wonder if I saw him that night-.... Isn't fate a funny thing.
The young man who fell from the lamp post only had a broken arm. I heard that he had so much to drink that night - he probably floated down lol......