We knew something nasty might happen if we didn’t eat up all our greens. We soon realised the Green Belt had little to do with karate.
I’ve been digging deeply into my memory patch for reminders of how various shades of green dominated Norfolk lives long before it became fashionable to wear them
Join me on the village green opposite our primary school where lurked copies of Anne of Green Gables and How Green Was My Valley, useful grounding for the compelling novels of Graham Greene … you know, brother of Sir Hugh Greene, director general of the BBC for most of the 1960s.
Talking of television from a more innocent age, we walked the police beat with Dixon of Dock Green, hid in the forest with Richard Greene as Robin Hood and tried to double our money or hear opportunity knocking with the ever-effusive Hughie Green.
Musical treats included Frankie Vaughan emerging from behind the Green Door and Tom Jones rolling on The Green, Green Grass of Home. Green Goddess could be a funny drink or a fire-fighting machine. Little boys without hankies had to hum Greensleeves.
Just a bit of fun to prove we were in that green grove way back when bartering down country lanes turned into........