Alex Smith writes that nine of us slept in the same bed. Was it really that many? It wasn’t as cramped as he implies – the bed was several mattresses laid together in the top front room. Numbers varied nightly as people made the adjoining houses habitable.
Tolmers Village was a great place to be a kid—sometimes a dangerous place, for members of the small gang I ran with, and for the adults we occasionally terrorised.
The pleasure of living freely in a world within a world was palpable. The seventies seemed to be very much about differences, collecting together, allowing, encouraging, and tolerating.
I couldn’t believe my luck and spent the rest of that year in a kind of happy daze. All those amazing people.
Tolmers was life changing in fundamental ways, it took me into a whole different cultural milieu which was exciting, challenging and fun.
“My learned friend has a whole army of people to assist him, while I have only my solicitor and a clerk”.