Number 90 Mansfield Crescent, Armthorpe, Doncaster
The house almost across the road from my mum's house, drawn from the spacious bay window. Shaw Wood looms behind, a place I spent many happy hours in when growing up. Access in those days was through the garden of my friend's house, just making an appearance On the right, number 88. When I was almost 2 years old I nearly died from appendicitis. The man living in number 90, Mr Griffith, was the only one on the street with a telephone and phoned for the ambulance. so the building is a little significant to me.
Number 90 Mansfield Crescent, Armthorpe, Doncaster
The house almost across the road from my mum's house, drawn from the spacious bay window. Shaw Wood looms behind, a place I spent many happy hours in when growing up. Access in those days was through the garden of my friend's house, just making an appearance On the right, number 88. When I was almost 2 years old I nearly died from appendicitis. The man living in number 90, Mr Griffith, was the only one on the street with a telephone and phoned for the ambulance. so the building is a little significant to me.