The wharfe at Kettle brooke.
When mum (Ivis) was young, one of her first jobs was to work for a coal merchant who was based at Kettlebrook Wharf, this would e just after the war. In front of the Wharf there was a row of terraced houses, the bus stop was in front of these houses. In one of these terrace houses was an aunt of ours. When ever we were getting the bus up to see our aunty June we would pop in for a cupa. We would sit in the front room, it seems nobody had ever been in the back room.
Every thing happened in the front room, there was an open fire in a range, with a small oven o the side where the solid iron was kept. A kettle sat parly over the fire, always on the simmer, ready to make a quick brew.
Her husband had worked for the pottery company and the house was full of china from floow to cieling. Large china dog sat near the front door, often used to keep it open in the summer.