Thanks for that Phil47, If the 47 is a clue then we are of an age? I recall when I was about 14 arranging to met 3 different girlfriends at the same time at the fair on Sunday afternoon. As they say in the Harp advert,"time for a quick exit". What a wonderfully scruffy place the fair was, full of tough looking fair workers especially on the bumper cars who would jump on the back of the cars to chat up pretty well any female who had a pulse. There was a film. "That'll be the day " with Ringo and David Essex which was an accurate and funny account of life at a fair.
Sunny Sunday afternoons all listening to Alan Freeman and the Top 40 on the grass by Keepers Pool,Turning over my first car and welding up the drivers door as it slid on its side going too fast into a corner. That took some explaining when I got home,especially as I only had a provisional licence.
Lost my cherry in the Park and not bring believed at school did a repeat performance the next evening with a witness hidden in a bush, 14 year old males can be pretty revolting.
Earlier as a small child,fishing for "tiddlers" and crayfish in the stream on the Meadow Platt. Riding my bike through the main entrance time after time showing my residents pass as 100s queued to pay during the Jamboree in '57, later convincing 2 gullible girls from Billston that my Dad owned the Park, ( mind you with the benefit of hindsight,suspect girls rarely believed the bulls++t we gave them, they just pretended they did to flatter our teenage egos)
I wouldn't swop our teenage years for that of kids today,we had a ball almost without pressure not like now. .