Snow hill, was totally synonymous, with my whole life , growing up in Birmingham, as child with my dear dad, taking me regularly to visit the trains, and visiting other parts of the Midlands. To train watching, as a boy and youth, left Birmingham to go into the army from there, and catching the light blue bus to my Nans in handsworth from just outside, all my young life, the hot chestnut man at the entrance in winter, hot potatoes to. Snow Hill was, and is Birmingham to me, in my memories, and like alot of my cherished places in that memory nearly all gone .