From the gate at the bottom of the steps, I watched a steamroller laying tarmac over the road's cobbled surface and remember a coal cart sliding down the steep incline at the side one icy winter.
Whilst at 99, I remember my mam spraining her ankle quite badly, necessitating a visit to the doctor and the subsequent bill.
No.2 Prior St. had a bath (dad had a dirty job) which was the main reason for our move.
We lived at 2 Prior St. by the side of the Co-op until about 1953 when my dad took a pub in Ashton. We were there in 1944 when a 'doodlebug' claimed 37 lives close by..... but that's another story.
© Ron Stubley 2016
Pictures; from the collection of Ron Stubley