This cafe reminded me that as a boy with my mother or as a teenager with friends, we often called into our local ‘Italian cafe’ after school What a life, ham sandwich. cup of hot chocolate and the jukebox…… bliss!
The rear of many terraced rows was linked by a communal pathway. I remember my grandmother called them 'baileys'. Keeping the 'bailey' clean was a regular household task and a matter of pride, in the same way that the red steps were at the front of the house.