No. 1, New Street

My wife had hair like that .... lovely picture - she is always so natural and unposed, without looking embarassed.
Where would this have been in relation to the Synagogue, which is now lost in the building?

As you look at the front of this building from New Street (and my wife is all but facing out that way), she is in the left half of the house. To the extreme right is an exit which once was a door into a corridor adjacent to my family s kitchen. Going up this to the back once led to the synagogue adjoining and behind, later a room of the Plymouth Brethren, and then a place where a chap once exhibited weapons made by him for film sets. As a boy, I could go upstairs and climb onto the roof out of a toilet window (very risky!) and jump across to the top of the square building that was once the synagogue. There I would fire chewed-up paper pellets at seagulls with an air pistol!!! ::17:::12:

A cracking set of photos tpp which obviously mean so much to you. Lovely heels, which both genders wore comfortably at that time. I include myself in that I borrowed my big brothers stacked heel boots one night to assist me to get into the Winter Gardens to see Hawkwind. I seem to remember tickets were £1.50. Oh happy times.

Cheers, !