Basic firefighting today hasn’t changed, certainly since I joined the fire brigade. The appliance goes up to a building; the crew dismounts; they grab the hose and run into that building and put out the fire.
Then, you were a smoke eater, you could do that in those days because it was mostly class A materials – wood, paper … upholstery was horsehair … but with the stuff we’ve got in houses now, the plastics, there’s just no way you could do that.
On one return journey, the chief fire brigade officer turned round to check we were all standing smartly, to create a good impression on the public. It was a reminder of the importance of appearance and the fact that officers were on show on an open-bodied fire engine
If you needed to call 999, would you be reassured to see this engine arriving?
To raise the alarm, my uncle would ride around the green on a bicycle to call on the officers, who all lived there. It was compulsory for retainees to live in Bowling Green.
They broke a lamp off going over a bridge … another bridge was notoriously narrow. Also, the roads were poor quality … the Merryweather didn’t go much faster than 12 miles per hour. It was dangerous enough as it was, with no safety precautions.