MOST people would say they have fond memories of their childhood, especially when it comes to remembering treats such as sweets and ice cream.

A big talking point in the We Grew Up In Hereford Facebook group this week has been the ice cream hut at the top of Castle Green. Who could forget the cider lollies?

It wasn’t only the weary children from Hereford Cathedral School who would enjoy a treat from the green hut on the trek back from the sports ground at Wyeside.

But it would have also been those children feeling hot and bothered after a ‘skins versus shirts’ match on the King George Playing Fields that would head for the kiosk.

They would summon up one last burst of effort to cross the Victoria Bridge and head for the weird-shaped hut that stood for decades on the path surrounding the Castle Green.

The ice cream was all home-made, and no one in the We Grew Up In Hereford Facebook group could say they have tasted ice cream like it since.

The little green kiosk was run by Mr Wathen, who also had a shop in King Street.

Some of the 7,000 members in the Hereford Times group have been reminiscing about their childhood treats in the 1960s, including Michael Jones.

He said: “I vaguely remember in the 1960s they used to have a firework display on bonfire night, either on the Castle Green or Bishops Meadow.

“We used to watch it from the Castle Green and the little ice cream parlour on the green did a roaring trade.

“I walk through the green almost daily and often wish it was still there.”

Margaret Bray said: “It was a Sunday treat with our parents. Another treat was the man on his bike who came round the streets on Sundays making ice cream wafers, I think his name was Morgan’s Ice Cream.”

Responding to a question of does anyone remember the man on his bike, Barbara Smith said yes and recalled his name was Charlie Morgan.

An ice cream was always a treat for Robyn Taylor, who said: “My eldest sister would occasionally buy me an ice cream from there if I didn’t get het up while at the hospital to have my hand checked over every week.

“I got out of school every Friday afternoon for months. I was only six years old so it felt like a real treat.”

One of the group’s members Diana Symonds pointed out to others that the recipe for the memorable ice cream died with John Harris, who was Mr and Mrs Wathen’s son-in-law.