around the bath and you’d be
dragged along. Every one of
my generation in Reading
remembers Miss Francis. I
suppose the school had a duty
to teach us, as we were a
riverside town. All the local
children were marched down
there in the late 1940s, it was
run down even then, with
wooden cubicles and no
showers, but it was the only
pool I knew. The King’s
Meadow bathing place was
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