While DerbyÕs Osmaston Triangle came into existence in the early 1930s, it did not acquire its name until around thirty years later.
The author explains what everyday life was like for him growing up there, part of which was the five years of World War II.
After the war the boundaries of The Triangle were partially breached when he passed the scholarship that took him to the Central Grammar School at Darley Park. Pupils attending there were known as Centaurs, which explains half of the bookÕs title. Also described are the simple pleasures of walking in Derbyshire, long before the motor car spoiled so much. (A mention is also made of the noble art of train spotting, otherwise ÔgricingÕ.) This account ends with the author leaving school to take up the task of earning a living.
While nothing exceptional, what is depicted is a way of life that has slipped beyond recall, living only in the diverse memories of many.