Brockworth oh Brockworth, what a lovely village! I grew up there and my dad used to take my brother Melvyn and I for walks up the hill. Castle Hill and Coopers Hill. I remember walks from 1975 onwards, especially on the lower slopes of Coopers Hill where we used to stop at the spring and have some water from it. Boy oh boy that used to be freezing, until the summer of 1976. A very hot year that was, the spring was not as cold but it was still as nice though. We used to drink it from dad's cupped hands till we could drink no more. I was around 5-6 years old then. My memories of this will never die, especially now when I took four of my children there today, 10/09/2006, oh they loved it, though it has changed a bit, but it bought back memories and the children loved it so.
On the way back down in the 70's we would pick blackberries and Dad would have a handful. Melvyn and I would eat a mouthful from his hands, ooh they were so lush! Brockworth do have the best blackberries you will ever taste.
My aim in life now is to take up residence in Brockworth again. I have too many fond memories to mention.
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