Oh happy days Terry!,
yes you are right Jen the garage was just past Barton House. You bring back memories of hot Saturday afternoons spent wheeling my old 'heath robinson' bike down to the garage to be mended, I spent most of my 2/6d pocket money on new brake blocks, inner tubes and puncture repair kits.
My mate B. and I used to escape on weekends and ride for miles over the counrtyside.Sister Anne used to pack me up with a jam sandwich [or brown sugar and banana on a lucky day] a big slab of fruit cake or rock bun with jam in the middle and a bottle of pop from the shop, saynig 'be back before it gets dark!' Off we would go without a care in the world.
What a difference life for children is today!
Happy happy memories
love Sue xx
p.s. Terry wasn't he a kind man as well, he used to be so patient with me and never charged me the 'proper' price for his time