The name of the farm on the right of the photo is Wall Hill Farm, it was my dad's farm until he died in 1979. My auntie used to live in the Blacksmith's cottage across the road opposite until she passed away.
I remember as a small kid growing up in England I couldn't wait for the summer holidays to arrive. As the days drew closer I could hardly sleep at ...Read full memory
As a child I spent all my summers in Pickmere at my nana's caravan on a camp site just across from the entrance to Pickmere Lake. My nana worked in ...Read full memory