Description: A small blonde girl, (Christine Ashlee), about 2 years old, in a red winter coat, white woolly hat and gloves, black baggy trousers and boots, brushes the snow in a small suburban back garden with a large, long handled stiff bristled brush. She picks up the brush and walks towards the camera leaving footprints in the snow. She starts brushing again and in longshot we see the back of the pebble-dashed house. She makes a pile of snow then puts her glove back on. Now, using a trowel, she fills her wooden baby walker with snow. Next she runs the length of the small garden towards the camera. There’s a small snowman with coal eyes and mouth in front of the baby walker. She tips out the snow from the baby walker and runs back to the house.

A couple walk towards a light blue-green car parked by the roadside. The man (Mr Ashlee) in a suit and tie carries a brown suitcase, the woman, his wife, in a thick dark green winter coat, carries their new baby, Peter, wrapped in a white woollen shawl. The man opens the back door of the car and his wife with the baby in her arms, manages, with a little difficulty to get in and sit down. In the same back garden, there’s now a large black pram with its hood up and its black cover on. The mother, in a white jumper, checked skirt and orange apron comes round the back of the pebble dashed house, through a wooden gate into the garden. She walks purposefully towards the pram, smiling briefly at the camera, then unzips the cover, reaches in and pulls back the blanket. Inside, the tiny, slightly blurred baby is seen, in close up, fast asleep. Little Christine is now beside the pram, wearing a short green skirt with straps over a white jumper. Her mother lifts the baby, well wrapped up in his white shawl and hat, out of the pram and carries him back to the house. Christine follows.

A slightly wobbly shot shows a somewhat dilapidated brick outhouse, with a rock garden in front filled with pink and white flowers. Christine, seen in close-up, in brown striped jumper and green skirt is digging with a toy spade in front of a broken cold frame. She fills a terra cotta pot with earth then empties it out again. Seen in longer shot with her red scooter beside her on the garden path, she does the same thing again.

Christine, now in a red cardigan over a flounced blue frock, pushes an old and rather battered, white, metal push chair with a teddy inside on the red upholstery, up a grassy slope. Behind her, her mother in a white blouse and blue patterned full skirt, pushes the large black pram with the hood up, up the hill. A close up shows baby asleep inside under a light green and white checked blanket. Christine, now without the pushchair, runs to catch up with her mother as they both leave the path to go into the edge of the wood where they pick some spring flowers. Back with her pushchair Christine tries to push it up a steep bank, but gives up and pushes it along a grassy path, then across some open ground looking back from time to time at the camera. Baby Peter is still asleep in the pram. Christine has now caught up with her mother and runs to keep up with her as they move out of shot.

Under a large signboard saying TOWER PIER, a crowd bustles around a white car parked in front of a metal gateway to the docks. A man in a flat cap and overcoat is selling, according to the sign he holds, souvenir wedding programmes. A large single funnelled ship is moored by the river bank with the buildings and cranes of the working docks behind it. It is the Royal Yacht Britannia. A metal walkway leads to a small pleasure boat moored at the riverside and many people, including a party of school children, walk across and jump on to the boat. In the background Tower Bridge looms, busy with traffic. The small crowded boat sets out across the water so the passengers, and those on other similar boats, can get a better look at the royal yacht. Outside the Tower of London another crowd is gathering to watch what is going on. Back at home bread is being buttered (in close-up). A plate with three hefty slices is carried through to another room and put on a table with a red and white checked cloth. The woman (Mrs Ashlee) sits down in front of the television set. In flickering black and white, a bride, Princess Margaret, in a long white wedding dress, and veil and carrying a bouquet of flowers, walks down the aisle of Westminster Abbey with Prince Philip who is giving her away. A clergyman with a cross walks ahead. Little girls in bridesmaids’ frocks – one is Princess Anne – walk behind.

An intertitle ‘Dog’s Life’ is superimposed on a picture of a boxer dog, lying on the grass but alert with head up and ears pricked. Close ups of his head show him panting with his tongue hanging out. Christine, with a new short haircut and dressed in a white, blue-spotted sun suit and white plimsolls, throws a large brown ball in the garden. She goes up to where the dog is lying in a shady spot made from what seems to be a grassed over metal sheet. The dog rolls over, paws in the air, then stands up and comes out. Christine tries to grab him as he bounds past. She kicks the ball around then gives it to him – but he lies down beside his water bowl and ignores her. Christine kneels in front of him, and keeps trying to interest him in the ball. Then she stands up and, smiling at the camera, says something to the film maker. She bends down to pat the dog again who is still lying motionless in the shade.

It’s a bright sunny day and Christine, in the same sun suit, rides her tricycle on the lawn, with the black pram behind her by the latticed garden fence. She pushes with her feet rather than using the pedals as she moves round the garden. A close-up shows spikey pink flowers in a flower bed. Christine now plays with her dolls’ pram, tucking in first a blanket made from knitted squares and then a heavy white one. She puts a small red handbag on top, then pushes the pram up the garden, through the gate and towards the house. Christine comes back into the garden with a small pale blue and pink watering can and she waters the flowers in the narrow bed by the garden fence. Her father comes round behind the house and through the gate carrying a large metal watering can. He sets it down on the path and carefully measures two spoonsful of dark brown liquid into it. Then he sets about watering the large flower beds. Later he gets down on his knees and, with a small garden fork, attacks the weeds.

An intertitle: AUGUST MONDAY in light blue on a red background. Young riders in black hacking jackets, jodhpurs and black velvet hard hats canter round a grassy square, watched by the surrounding audience. They line up, then take part in some kind of gymkhana game. Elsewhere there’s a big marquee with a large sign for the Erith and Belvedere Rabbit and Cavy Club and inside Christine peers at the small furry animals in their cages. Back in the grassy arena two men in hard hats are driving around in go-karts, watched by a large audience, including Mrs Ashlee, seen in close up and Christine who is enjoying a tub of ice-cream. When the go-karts stop the drivers get out, and other men from the crowd, putting on their hard hats, run up to take a turn. When the drivers leave the field the go-karts are shown in close-up: dark red metal bases, close to the ground, a low seat attached to the floor, a steering wheel on a long column and a small engine at the back. Christine is still eating her ice-cream, sitting in front of the baby’s pram. She offers a taste on the little wooden spoon to her mother. Peter, now sitting up in his pram, looks as if he might cry so Christine offers him a spoonful too. A very square, dark red, wooden engine pulls a number of square box-like carriages round a track, giving rides to a number of small, predominantly blonde, children including Christine. Peter, now lying down in his pram, chews his fingers rather miserably: perhaps he’s teething. Christine’s mother takes her into the bird enclosure and picks her up so she can look at the blue and yellow budgerigars. In quick succession we see some other attractions: a shove ha’penny board, a dog to be patted, a darts board (for the men) and a roundabout on which Christine sits looking a little alarmed as the man in the centre turns a large wheel to keep it moving round.

Another title: JULY FESTIVITIES 1960 in white on purple. Christine in a flouncy, turquoise nylon party frock with pink rosebuds, runs down the garden carrying a large teddy. She puts teddy in a pale blue pushchair which she wheels up the garden and parks beside the pram, which is once again standing by the garden fence. When she comes back through the gate into the garden again she is carrying a large new-looking toy cooker which she puts down on the grass. She then walks teddy back through the gate to the house, and returns with a small toy kettle which she puts down. Now there’s a doll’s house, shown in close-up, on the grass: the gable roof is papered with a green tile print, the walls with red brick and there are metal framed lattice windows and a front door that all open and shut. Christine bends down and opens the whole front to show the six fully furnished rooms inside: a hall and two sitting rooms downstairs and 2 bedrooms and a bathroom above. She peers through one of the tiny windows at the camera. Baby Peter lies in his pram in the sun. Next there’s an outing to the park. An older man, maybe grandfather, in suit and tie, with a large yellow ball in a string bag round his wrist, pushes Christine in the pushchair. Mother, in a sleeveless, blue and white flowered, full skirted cotton frock, pushes the pram. An older woman, probably the grandmother, in a red and white flowered frock walks in between. Both women wear high heels and gloves. Christine gets out of the push chair and puts teddy in so she can push him along. Seen from behind, they all walk through the park along a broad path between the lawns and the flower beds. For a while they sit down on the grass. Grandpa plays with Christine and Peter is ‘walked’ by his mother. There’s a miniature railway, suggesting this is Danson Park in Bexleyheath. The driver sits on the engine which is a perfect replica of a ‘real’ steam train painted in maroon and black with gold decorations. Christine, looking slightly apprehensive, gets on and sits on her mother’s knee with her teddy. Mother waves as they set off round the lake.

A title: FUN AND GAMES in white on black. An older man on a motor scooter (a Lambretta?) in a brown zipped jacket and a flat cap, with a pipe in his mouth, smiles at the camera as he rides along a suburban street lined with neat brick semi-detached houses and walled or hedged front gardens. He pulls up at the kerb in front of the Ashlee’s house. Christine, in a red coat, is in the back garden looking into the pram which has its hood up and the rain cover on. The scooter man walks round the house towards the garden and Christine runs up to him, grabs his hands and pulls him towards the pram. Little Peter, in a white knitted bonnet, is sitting up and peering round the side of the hood to see what’s going on. Christine pulls the man to the pram, looking and smiling at the camera, and he smiles and talks to the baby and chucks him under the chin. Peter laughs. Christine tries to do the same, but Peter looks less happy about it. Back at the front of the house the man gets on his scooter as Christine rides out on her tricycle. Mrs Ashlee, with an apron over her skirt and blouse picks Christine up and sits her on the back of the scooter for a moment to pose for the camera. Then she lifts her up again to kiss the man goodbye, and he drives off, back up the long suburban street.

Christine, in cotton dress and cardigan, is in the playground at the park. First she has a go on the swings and her father, in shirt and tie but with his sleeves rolled up, pushes her high into the air while Peter is pushed gently in a toddler swing. Then Christine has a go on the slide, first with her father, and then on her own as he catches her at the bottom. Next Christine sits with her mother on the brightly painted wooden playground roundabout and they whiz round together. Baby Peter, now with lots of blonde hair, is sitting up in his pram playing with the string of beads stretched across the front and smiling happily. Christine’s mother lifts her onto the long rocking horse which moves gently back and forth. And finally in close-up a red admiral butterfly displays its wings on the stone path.

Back at home Christine, now in a navy-blue skirt and white shirt, comes out of the back door and runs towards the camera. She’s had a haircut with a very short fringe. She runs round to the front of the house and the gates to the street to greet her grandparents: he’s wearing a sports jacket and tie, she’s in a dress and cardigan. Grandfather opens his arm to give her a hug and a kiss and granny kisses her too. Mother comes out of the side door to greet them and picks Christine up so she can give them each a proper kiss. In the back garden they greet baby Peter, sitting up in his pram held in by a leather harness, and try to entertain him by waving his toys at him. Peter looks a little uncertain. Mother and Christine come and peer into the pram too. Then grandfather, a cigarette in his mouth, lifts Peter out of the pram. The cigarette has gone in the next shot when, in close-up, he shows baby Peter to the camera. Now mother and grandmother come to look at Peter too, while Christine fiddles with the pram.

Another title, WINTER FUN, black on red. It’s bonfire night and it’s dark. An older man (the one on the scooter earlier) in grey tweed jacket and flat hat has a lighted spill in his hand. A firework, possibly a Roman Candle, stuck in the ground, is producing a lot of smoke and a few sparks. The man, with a middle aged woman, seen in close, up are looking on smiling. A few more fireworks smoke and burn away. The man bends forward to light another one. Dimly, through the darkness a small bonfire can be seen smouldering in the corner and a firework sends up showers of sparks in the foreground. The baby, seen in close-up, in a fur lined bonnet looks on and wriggles in the arms that hold him. More sparks, flames and smoke light up the darkness of the back garden in this small firework display.

Now in central London, in Oxford Street, large bright green, red, gold and white Christmas lights shine out overhead in the darkness. A double decker bus drives along below them. In a large shop window a doll sits on a wall beside some moving dolls in a small tableau. There’s also a tall Christmas tree covered with lights. In Piccadilly Circus the lights from the adverts for Coca Cola, Guinness and Players Cigarettes are as bright as the Christmas lights. Lights on the London Pavilion announce the hit film, ‘Never on Sunday’. Huge angels in coloured lights hang over Regent Street, gleaming against the dark sky.Back at home, the family have hung two small white angels playing trumpets from the ceiling, and Mother is putting Christmas cards on the mantelshelf. Baby Peter, in blue dungarees and jumper sits on the floor surrounded by cardboard boxes and toys – a white knitted teddy, a doll, carriages from a toy train and a large, red engine. Christine in a red frock with a lacy collar, her hair tied in bunches with white ribbons, also sits on the floor surrounded by toys – a small plastic doll with a bath, a larger cloth doll and a straw basket. She unwraps another gift and inside the red paper is a toy electric iron. She unwinds the flex and carries the iron across to a toy ironing board, giving the plug to her mother who ‘plugs’ it into her arm. Christine licks her finger and dramatically touches the bottom of the iron to test for temperature. Peter is given more presents to unwrap, first another engine, this one yellow with black wheels, then a tiny teddy; he seems more interested in the paper. Christine irons a couple of doll’s clothes with her new iron and folds them up neatly and then mother gets out the blackboard and chalk. She and Christine draw some simple cats – and then mother draws a gun. The next shot is a close-up of a toy gun in Father’s hand. Now Christine has the gun and her father shows her how to hold it and how to load the plastic suction tipped ‘bullets’. Mother finds all this really funny and laughs and laughs. Little Peter plays happily, unaware even when he ends up with a ‘bullet’ stuck to the middle of his forehead.