Berwick upon Tweed, a place dear to my heart becasue my late father and his sister lived at Marshall Meadows, where my grandfather was head gardener, and my father attended Berwick Middle School. So, in the sixties when we first got a car, Berwick was the place it made for on a Saturday afternoon for a walk down the market to Slasher Bills and then up to the railway station to watch the express trains head north and south and then down to Angels Fish Restaurant for the tea before visiting Spittal and then up the road home.

THESE PHOTOS ARE LOANED, WITH THANKS, FROM THE ROB KINGHORN COLLECTION.