Jacksons Boat

A Memory of Stretford.

Reading the post about catching sticklebacks in the Bridgewater brought memories flooding back. I lived in Clifton Street, off Stretford Road. At the weekend we used to get some butties off our Mum, a bottle of pop (if she could afford it), put it all in our ex-army shoulderbag and then make an epic journey up to Sale to a place called Jacksons Boat. It was a pub. We would spend the day in the swimming hole. Now it's a very posh place called Trafford Water sports centre - still a swimming hole though. We kids could do it then without fear of being accosted by some weirdo... how times have changed... sadly not for better in many cases. Our days out cost next to nowt and we were getting exercise for free. Nowadays the kids stay in and play gameboys... boring as heck to me but safer for the kids I suppose.

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