The Trusty Servant May 2017 No.123 | Page 5

N o .123 dubious and fuses would blow regularly with no obvious cause, plunging us all into darkness. When the house came to be re-wired many years later and the perished rubber of some of the original wiring was exposed, it was clear we were lucky to have escaped an electrical conflagration. The garden was also large. There were two garages, a three-stall stables, hay loft, outhouse and coal shed. We believed that the house had once been owned by a carrier/carter. This notion is corroborated by the two hooks under the overhang outside the front door of (now) number 67 – hooks from which hung the carrier’s insignia. The garden may have been large but with a good-size lawn, sandpit, large vegetable-growing area and chicken run, it wasn’t quite large enough. My father negotiated to keep a beehive over the wall in St Michael’s churchyard and had ladders semi-permanently in place to climb over the six-foot wall to maintain it. The larger garage had once been the maid’s living quarters and came with a dormer wi ndow, tiled fireplace and parquet floor. When we arrived, all the major rooms still had bell pushes to summon servants and there was an indicator board in the passage outside the kitchen. As a teenager, I hijacked the bell wiring to install an internal phone system with an exchange where the indicator board once was – very useful in a house of this size. T he T rusty S ervant (tuck) shop (now Cornflowers) was on the corner with, upstairs, the staff restaurant. The 1950s saw the tail end of the tradition of bachelor dons and this was where many of them ate. In College Street, P&G Wells, the bookshop, looked exactly as it does today. Bread was supplied twice a week; milk was delivered daily by horse-drawn milk float from Wharf Hill Dairy just beyond Black Bridge; and the laundry was collected weekly: Domum Laundry was on the canal bank beyond the College boathouse. The drive accessing our garages, stables and garden had large wooden gates facing the street. In one of these was a picket gate marked ‘Tradesmen’s Entrance’ through which all deliveries were received. The weekly grocery order from Crofts would be delivered by Mr Bulpit on the grocer’s bicycle. Cars were few, although petrol rationing had ended in 1950 and the streets were safe for children. I was permitted to roam alone from the age of seven, and cycle unescorted into town when nine. The only forbidden area was Canon Street, out of bounds also to College boys, I believe, and with a reputation Down the street near the corner with College Street was Crofts the grocer (now Kingsgate Wine & Provisions), Richards the greengrocer (now the Saint George), and Mrs Meniss at the Post Office (the Victorian letter box remains in the window frame). Opposite these was Mr Church, the watch and clock repair shop (now the large window of the extended Wykeham Arms); further up the street was the Crosby & Lawrence sports shop (Winchester College Enterprises) and, in the double- bow window frontage which is now part of Toyes, Gieves the tailor. The School 5 as a red-light district. Although free to wander elsewhere, I would never venture there. Likewise, the Wykeham Arms was then deemed disreputable and a ‘no-go’ area among many College families. On the pavement beyond Canon Street and positioned to be visible down College Street as well as Kingsgate Street was a police telephone post with a flashing light on top to summon the beat constable when needed. Not that there was any crime locally that I recall. No house in the street kept its front door locked and bicycles were parked against the curb unsecured. The only police incidents I remember were when lorries became stuck under Kingsgate arch – the ancient voussoirs of the central arch, battered and grooved by those collisions, replaced by newer stonework today. Of course, one reason why house security could be lax was that there was little of value inside that could be easily stolen; portable, pinchable, appliances hardly existed. We didn’t have a TV until the ‘60s and our valve radio was so substantial that it would have needed a vehicle to take it away. Electric streetlight had arrived in Kingsgate Street, with lamps on wires