big memories of the 60/70 every kid my age had an airgun, some kind of dog and a ferret in a bank bag or a top hose sock with a knot tie to stop getting out, daziell was the bakery just on the land at the old mill and next to our housing scheme so plenty rats as all the old unsold rolls were dumped there, no wonder theres a shortage of wild birds as we shot the lot stuckies sparrows crows anything went, we used to shoot each other from a distance then get a pennies worth of broken biscuits from the bakery and off home, would pay handsomely for another day like them good fun good mates a great