I WAS amused by part of John Stokes article on memories of growing up as a Romany gypsy in The Bugle (February 13 edition).
He refers to the warning he and his pals had been given that there were security dogs patrolling within the grounds.
Having never seen any, they assumed the stories were fictitious.
Technically I suppose they were, but John may be interested to know the following.
In the late 1950s I was around 13 or 14 years old, and spent a couple of weeks in Moxley Hospital.
Each day I would see Matron through the window of my room, set off to take her dog for his exercise in the woods, usually in the morning and in the evening. Her dog was a beautiful steel blue Great Dane!
I can just imagine the shock that John and his friends would have had if they had come face to face with this magnificent monster bounding through the woodlands. To little kids he would have appeared, no doubt, like the size of a small horse! I have quite a story of my own from the period I was there. Perhaps that's for another time! Best wishes.
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