My earliest recollection of the residents of St Raphael’s, is of a Sunday afternoon in the late fifties, hanging out with them outside the village chip shop after the pictures in the town hall. Other memories from that time includes accompanying service user Peter Clerken along Tay Lane after school, when he was bringing the cattle from the bottom field (current sports field) back to the farm yard for milking. In the late sixties and early Seventies, I got to know more of the lads when on occasion I would bring my brother Paul to school in St Raphael’s. In 1966 I started helping my dad preparing for the fete. I remember going to the fruit and vegetable markets in