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I was a pupil of Upper Hale Junior School from 1969 to 1971 when I transferred to Heathend Comprehensive. When I was there the Head Mistress was a Miss Carter and my teacher was Mr Macknight, a very talented Artist who taught me and others to draw. Mr Macknight also held unusual classes of of what would be termed E.S.P: he would send a pupil into the adjoining cloakroom with a pen and paper, draw a very ...see more
THIS GRAND ENTRANCE, USED TO BE THE MAIN ENTRANCE TO ASHLEYCROSS GIRLS SECONDARY MODERN SCHOOL. WE USED TO WEAR RED BERETS, RED JUMPERS AND RED STOCKINGS. THE WINDOW ON THE LOWER LEFT, WAS THE HEAD MISTRESSES ROOM (MISS ASHHURST) AT THE TIME WHEN I WENT. IF WE DID NOT WEAR OUR BERETS OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL THEN IT WAS TO THAT ROOM WE WERE SENT. THE ROOM ABOVE IS WHERE WE DID NEEDLEWORK, WE LIKED THAT ROOM AS WE COULD ...see more
I was born and grew up in the little village of Llanfairpwll. Mine was a happy childhood, free of drugs, vandalism and graffiti. Everyone knew everyone in the village, which in those days, over 60 years ago, was predominantly Welsh. We were taught in Welsh at the Infants School. Until one sunny afternoon, the excited English voices of evacuees from the English cities of the North were heard. Each home ...see more
My mother's family is from Bristol and my first memory of going to Congresbury is when I was four, in 1984. Me, my mom and my three older brothers went to visit my grandma and grandpa in their beautiful cottage home, on Orchard Lea. The beautiful flowers, crab apple trees, the smell of summer...the list goes on. I remember going snail picking and being too scared to eat one. My grandpa would make us kids ice cream ...see more
Hi Paul Saxon here, we moved to Red Lion Lane in 1961. I went to Mill Lane school and my brother Craig McAteer went to Berwick Road school. Little Sutton was small as was Red Lion Lane. We lived right next to the bowling green. There used to be a youth club by the now car wash area and Craig and I played tennis at Hooton Lawn Tennis Club with Pete Moore. Our mates at the time were Clifford Snowdon, Graham ...see more
My friend Jean and I lived at Dorney Reach and we used to go for walks by the river Thames with my dog. On Sunday afternoons we would then cross over the walkway which was on top of the lock gates and buy ice-creams from the lock-keepers shop. You could hear the roar from the weir. The children from Dorney Reach would love to help open and shut the lock gates which was done manually.
This is the hospital that my first child was born in. The year was 1968 and you had to stay in for approximately 10 days. I was also born in this hospital in 1949. The building was very imposing and the staff were wonderful. The matron was very strict and as soon as she came onto the ward the nurses would be in awe of her.
The is the church I was baptised in. As I child I used to go bell ringing here (St James the Less). We used to climb up the very narrow stairwell being very careful not to slip. Every week we used to practise. There were six bells and I used to ring No.4. Our teacher would stress to us not to break the stay as it was very expensive to replace so I always felt nervous ringing the bell. Goodness knows what it must have ...see more
My friend Jean and I used to pick wild violets in the wood just along the towpath on the right hand side of this picture. The wood was a carpet of yellow celandines in Spring and the scent from the wild violets was reward in itself. We lived in Dorney Reach so most of our childhood was spent by the river Thames. Further back from this picture on the other side of the riverbank was Monkey Island Hotel.
I was 9 years old when we came to live in Combpyne, we lived at the end of the village accross the road from a farm where my father worked. The farm must have belonged to the Webbers as I remember they had a son called Giles, like the other reader said, I think his sister was called Frances. My brother and I used to walk to the other end of the village to catch the school bus. I used to go to Uplyme school and ...see more
I was born in Wilmington Way Patcham in 1938. I remember it to be high up on the South Downs. Has anyone posted up to date pictures of Patcham on the net, please. I left in about 1942, and would like to know what it looks like now.
My paternal grandmother, Kate Paine Whitbourn, was born in these cottages in 1896. Her father was the head carpenter at Bisham Abbey. The Paine family had lived in Bisham for several generations. When I was little, Gran and I would visit the kirk and 'water' her grandad. He was a great cricketer. We would stop at the monument, the war memorial, to read the names of Charles Paine and Guy and Berkeley Paget ...see more
I have recently discovered that my Great Grandfather John Main originally from Devon (a shoe maker) and then in Brixton, London as a Dairy Manager owned the Bell Hotel in Hare Street around 1905. My Grandmother lived there as a little girl and would often tell us stories as children about how it was haunted and about secret panels etc and of an old huntsman who would sit on the garden wall! ...see more
As a boy growing up in Burnt Oak I remember the barrow boys in Watling Avenue, the hustle and bussle of everyday trading, the people gathering round the stalls, the banter, the laughter, the friendliness. Like one family everyone pulled together on busy days. The Baldfaced Stag pub was a meeting place at the end of the day's work for fun and some fights. A few years later progress took over and the barrows which had ...see more
I was born at School House, Crawley Down in 1941. My Gran and Grandad (Reg & Florrie ... known as Ducky ...Fry) lived there for many years. My elder sister Jean and I (Jacki) lived there with my Mum, Marjorie and Dad Jack Hilton, until we moved to Crowborough. My sister and I spent the long school summer holidays with our lovely grandparents. Gran was caretaker and cook at the school and ...see more
I was a young Constable in the year 1951, and fresh from Peel House, Westminster was assigned tio the Savile Row station known as CD. I lived at the Section House on Broadwick Street, Soho named after Lord Trenchard. Many times I was assigned to Piccadilly Circus, on the early turn or at 5pm to 1am for a two week period. There was the box attached to and adjacent to the stairs to the Piccadilly Tube ...see more
Going back to days when the smimming pool opened at the junior school, Mr Henderson was the head and Mr Hesketh deputy. My teacher was Mr English. We also had a great soccer team that I played in. I live in New Zealand in a place called Henderson.
My Grandparents lived at 26 Otley Street in Skipton from the 1940 ( or earlier ) and I had first visited them in 1945 after VE day, They were Thomas Henry Jackson, my Grandmother Charlotte Jackson and their batchelor son, my Uncle Gordon. My Father Norman Jackson and Mother Sadie Jackson were living in Belfast Northern Ireland since 1934 where I was born in 1938, and because my Paternal ...see more
I lived in Alderley Edge from 1950 to 1964, with my sister Ann, parents, and grandparents, after spending my very early years at Clockhouse Farm in Mottram St Andrew. We came to live in a house called Croston, previously the coachman's house for Croston Towers, a large castellated residence torn down at the end of WW2, probably due to damage by troops billeted there. Croston Towers had been the home of the ...see more
we used to stand on the edge of the fountain as kids and squirt the water at unsuspecting adults (I bet they suspected!)
My first introduction to Slaidburn was in the middle of the very cold and snowy winter of 1949-50. I had just driven down from Inverness to this charming Lancashire village with my Dad. It had been a long, cold drive in a 1938 Morris roadster car, loaded with luggage and a big tool box. I was to begin a new job working for Cementation Ltd where my father also worked. The contract was to drill a tunnel ...see more
I vividly remember the day when as an eight year old, along with my mate and neighbour, Billy Sturmey, we "borrowed" 2 shillings from my mothers purse and hired a rowboat from the Portslade foreshore and rowed around among the cargo vessels tied up on the seaward side of the "canal" as we called the harbour. We spent the whole morning enjoying what we thought was an amazing experience. The only downside ...see more
Seeing the pic of the font in St Marys brought back memories of my time as a choir boy there, part of a tradition in our family. Our choir master was Mr Sellers a teacher at Geneva School also known as 'Jumbo' because of his large ears! New boys were intitated into the choir with a ritual (including me) in which you had to run around the church outside, then hit on head with bell rope and finally thrown into ...see more
I believe the Tivoli was owned by my Uncle Frank Williams, who lived in the 40s at Tree Tops, a modern (then) bungalow in the vicinity of Rugeley. He was my father's brother and I think he also owned the cinema at the other end of the main road (was it the Empire?) Previously he either owned or leased Cannock Picture House. He had a poster business (mainly cinema posters) where my father Erskine ...see more
For several years in the early 60's our family spent our summer holidays at the caravan park just outside the town of Conwy. I have very happy memories of visiting the castle and the lovely town. Often in the late afternoon we would walk to town via the Harbour Walk and spend a lovely evening by the harbour quay where I recall there was a little pub where you could sit outside. My father would have a beer and my ...see more
My father lived at Southbeach Mansion and apparently died in Ipswich Hospital in 1997. I have been searching for him all my life. I was hoping that someone would remember him and perhaps have some memories or memorabilia that they could share. He was in the RAF. Loved motorcycles, and as I remember when a child he had red hair. My Mother and he lived perhaps in the Cotswolds briefly. Do not know when they ...see more
Sometime between 1900 and 1940 Thomas Arthur Livingston taught in Tonypandy. He had children, is there anyone out there who can provide a clue as to what happened to him, or a photo of the school with or without him.
My great great grandparents arrived in Redmire in the 1840s or thereabouts. This photo was taken in 1929 when my mother would have been about nine or ten. She was born in Redmire in 1921 to George and Ellenor Miller who had five more children William, Ethel, Lillian, John and Mary. The family were all stonemasons through the census years. My interest is in this photo. The girl with the longest hair resembles my ...see more
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I lived in Aveley Villiage from when I was born in 1957 until we moved to the Kennington Estate about 1971. We had a funny house in Church View which seemed to be back to front compared to some of my friends houses. Our end of Church View was a Cul de Sac with a circular turning area in the road where it ended. Hours were spent by the children in our road playing in the street, skipping, hopscotch, rounders or ...see more
Does anyone remember my great grandfather, Edward Stanley Carpenter? Does anyone know someone who remembers him as a lay preacher there towards the beginning of the twentieth century? I would love to hear the recollections. Caroline Scot.
After WW2 my father was posted to the firing range at Yantlet , Grain. When he left the army he was a caretaker at Grain Fort before working at the new oil refinery. My brother and I spent our pre teen years at Grain. It was a wonderful place for kids - forts, watch towers, the beach, ships on the Thames and Medway, the window shattering boom of the big guns firing at Yantlet, the marshes, strawberry picking. ...see more
We lived at 1, Northanger Road, which was at right angles to Olton Boulevard East and we have had views down both directions of the Boulevard. I remember the regular visits of the rag and bone man. Cars were becoming common-place, but a horse and cart seemed very old fashioned. The horse manure was soon collected up by the keen gardeners in the area. It was a good way of getting rid of the unwanted articles, as the rag and bone man seemed to take all we gave him.
In the 1851 census William Amos, believed to have been my Great Grandfather, lived with his wife Caroline and children in No.10 High Street, Sturry. He is recorded as being a schoolteacher. In the 1861 census he is recorded as being a Shipping Agent living in Whitsable, address unclear in the register. A rather strange change of occupation. I would be very interested in learning more about him and his family and which school, possibly Kings, which is close by, that he taught at. Peter Amos
I first arrived in Llanegryn at the latter end of 1939 along with my younger sister and a lot of other kids from my school (St Johns)in Birkenhead. I was eight years old at the time and my sister was six. We were all put into the village hall where people of the neighbourhood came and took us to different addresses. A lady from the next street to me in my home town was with us as she had two girls about 5 and 6 and ...see more
My ancestors owned this public house in the late 18th century. Prior to this they were tenants of the Duke of Bristol and the head of the household was the ferryman. He was mentioned in a letter to the Duke from a disgruntled customer claimed that his attitude was unbecoming! We have visited the area many times during my search for my ancestors.
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These 'crooked houses' existed until recently. A friend of mine lived in one of them. They occupied the opposite side of the road and just down from the old workhouse, and were probably shaken as much by traffic on the railway (about 100yards to the left of the picture) as anything.
This photograph is taken from the Lichfield Road. Veering off to the right in the distance is Greengate Street, and to the left, round the far corner of the library, the Newport Road. I used the library often. It had an annexe a little further up and 'off' the Newport road, past the Odeon Cinema, containing the library's music collection. I spent an even greater amount of time there. It was wonderful. Everything ...see more
I received a half-crown (2/6d) pocket money per week. This enabled me to travel from Gnosall by train every Saturday (8d return), pay for entrance to the brine swimming baths for the afternoon, (wonderful memories) and have enough for either a cup of hot chocolate, or use of the dryer for my (long) hair, afterwards. The hot chocolate usually won!
The Boat is the name of the Inn on the left of the picture. As children we used to walk across the top of bridge wall and, as a further dare, across the pipes which ran just below the parapet, above the water. Once, when I was serenely paddling the canoe back from Cowley Tunnel, a loaded barge came up behind me 'out of no-where'. It was MUCH BIGGER than I would have thought a barge could be, even if I had expected one, ...see more
This is Norbury Junction, not far from but, definitely not Gnosall. The boys in the woodwork class at school (Gnosall) built a canoe as a project which was afterwards stored in the old Mill on the opposite side of the canal to the Navigation Inn. (The Mill was the first in the area to be steam powered, I think). The canoe could be hired out for 6d, and it was very popular with me amongst others! (in the ...see more
We moved from the hamlet of Moreton/Bromstead to Gnosall, where my Dad worked, (based at the council wharf) in 1958, and Mason's lawn wasn't built then! We used to have our bonfires on the site and, if 1963 was the year it snowed really heavily (and I believe it was) - we were still building snowmen and rolling massive snowballs there!
Living in Old Barn Way (#14) I attended Southwick Primary School in Manor Hall Road. A memorable day was in 1956 when a Valiant bomber crashed into the "rec" spewing its body parts (and sadly three of its crew) into the surrounding area including the school grounds. How I used to love the privilege of assisting the scorers at the Saturday afternoon cricket games by changing the metal numbered plates on their scoreboard. ...see more
Horsmonden - the end of my hop picking days. I was born in east London 1939 and hop picking was four weeks in the country, camp fire cooking in the evening, a sing along and down to the Gun or the Town House on Saturday evening. Then came 1960 and I was called up for National Service spending two years away. I have now retired and acquired a PC. I have found the internet to which I am new to and found your ...see more
I lived the street below here, New Century St, there was a newsagent next to the garage, and a set of steps down to New Century St. Before the flats were built, in the early 60's we used to have the bonfire on the waste ground. There was a hair dresser opposite the bakers, I had my hair done there for my wedding.
I grew up in Galpins Road, Thornton Heath and as a youngster joined the ABC Minors at the Rex Cinema, Norbury sadly now demolished and replaced by an office block. I saw many of the MGM Musicals at the Rex, including Singing in the Rain. I also used to go to The State Cinema, Thornton Heath later to become The Granada. Here I saw many an Abbott and Costello film. I joined the forces in 1954, and was ...see more
After dad got his first car, an Austin A30, he used to take me and my younger brother out for trips a little further afield, and Wire Mill Dam was one of our very favourite places. We'd be armed with a jam jar and fishing net apiece, and spend hours trying to catch the numerous sticklebacks, and watch people sailing their model boats. The sticklebacks were carefully carried home, but they never ...see more
This was the church I went to as a child - mostly I had to go as a condition of attending Brownies, but it was always both imposing and comforting as a building and place of worship. However, the most outstanding memory I have is when, in the early sixties, the BBC visited to broadcast a live service. Normally the church was about two-thirds full, but that day, there were far more people than ...see more
My Great, Great, Grandfather planted these trees which you can see running down the middle of the photo in 1883 when the cemetery was opened and they are still present to this day. His name was Henry Harris (1827-1911). He died at 84yrs old. His wife Elizabeth Harris passed away in 1920 aged 88yrs at the Cemetery Lodge where they both resided.
Does anyone remember the teachers at the Sutton Primary School? The Headmaster Mr. Curwen, Mr. Andrews, Miss Staines, and Miss Walker. In those days we spent a lot of time outside in the countryside studying nature, dancing around the maypole, doing art and craft, and listening to the piano in assembly. Some of my school friends were: John Barber, Catherine Weeks, Barry Payne, Dorothy Widdows, Sandra Adams, ...see more
I went to Southwick Primary School. I remember being picked as a 'flag flyer' and welcoming the Duke of Edinburgh when he opened the new lock. I think it was in about 1955. We were unable to use the locks whilst the new one was being built and we were ferried across the canal in little rowing boats when we wanted to go to the beach on the other side.
The picture reminds of the year that my wife and I moved from Birmingham to Richmond and bought a house on what was then the new Shepherds Estate on the Darlington Road. We soon came to love Richmond, N Yorkshire and that area for the people and countryside, that to a townie was an enlightening experience. We lived in Richmond for five years and our two sons were born and safely delivered, one in Darlington and the ...see more
I was born in this street in 1965 , my mum and her sister both with their own families lived next door to one another in numbers 34/36 ....Though I'm living in America right now my family all still live in and around the Handbridge area .....
My grandfather (H.Orman) was the harbourmaster when King George IV or V visited Southwick to open the new lock gates named after him. I look forward to seeing if the plaque with his name on is still in place when I return to England in June 2007 for the first time in 50 years.
I have the fondest memories of sheltering under a old brolly with my Mum, Dad, Brother and Sister as we watched a storm roll in from the sea. We were the only ones on the beach all huddled together.........years later I go every year back to that beach and it makes me smile thinking of that happy little family soaking wet but huddled together and very very happy! I always think of this area as my spiritual home, where my heart really belongs. A truly magical, wonderful place....
The lady on the photo is my Mum. She was waiting to meet me out of Beauvale School. The baby in the pram was a neighbour's little girl, my friend Teresa. ( We are still friends today.) Teresa was 10 years younger than me, so I would be nearly 11 at that time. Years later, from 1965-67, after 7 years at Nottingham High School for girls and 3 yrs.at teacher training college at Thornbridge Hall, in Derbyshire,, I went back to Beauvale as a teacher ! Sadly my Mum died on Jan, 5th 2008.
Oh my goodness. I was bought up in Wheathampstead and I can still see it now, the newsagents on the High Street and the then "Old fashioned" chemist called Busbys at the end!
Living in Canada now I'm not sure if the bus shelter in this photograph is still there. In the early sixties I, my brother and sister caught the bus from this stop to our school, Holy Family RC Primary, in Benfleet. We'd have our pink bus passes at the ready and join a host of other kids on their way to their respective schools. A sign of the times in that I don't think anyone now lets their primary school aged ...see more
My Uncle Henry Haskell Hooper, owned Ivy House, East Street, the adjoining premises was his shop and yard. He was the local painter and decorator. I was born in Ivy House December 2nd 1940. My mother was the sister of Lillian Hooper (Nee Cooper) David Broughton
I lived in Hadleigh from the late sixties until 1982 - The name of the sweetshop in the parade on the right was Hunts but we nicknamed it "the post office" as there was a small post office at the back. Other popular sweetshops were Hampsons, and Pontons. Davis the bakers was next to Hunts with a great mural/photo of wheat on the wall. The Market shop was on the left with the awning and sold all sorts of bits and ...see more
My great grandmother Lilian Clark was born and brought up in the right hand cottage. The last family member to live there was my great uncle Frank Clark who died in the mid 1980s.
I was born and grew up in a happy, peaceful village where everyone knew everyone else. My memories are of long walks in a beautiful countryside which could have been a million miles from London instead of an hour on a greenline bus. Of thick fogs in November when traffic crawled at walking pace; indeed, one night my grandfather was leading the crocodile of vehicles and they all followed him up his drive ...see more
The tall building at the bottom left hand side of the slipway leading down to the beach was used by a Mr Axford who had two or three wooden rowing boats that he hired out by the hour. He would sit on a bench outside the boathouse and having paid the appropriate monies one was issued with a pair of oars and allocated a boat. My dad bought one of Charlie's boats in the early '50's which we kept on the ...see more
During the invasion scare of WW2, Porthpean beach was protected from seaborne landings by the Germans by having anti-landing craft defences built along the length of the beach at I believe, the low tide mark. This consisted of an A-frame structure constructed from scaffold piping. Possibly this had mines attached but I have found no confirmation of this. Additionally, on the slope leading up ...see more
My memories of Byfield, where I lived on the brand new council estate, in Lovett Road, are idyllic. I was there from age 6 to 10, then we moved to York. We children had to walk what seemed like miles, in all weathers, to the village school which was on the opposite side of the village. Passing the sweet shop on Dolls Hill, where halfpenny chews, sherbert dips and gobstoppers were the treat of the week, we would race ...see more
My Great, Great Grandfather served on this ship several times as a signalman ending in 1889 as 2nd Yeoman. Ian Finch, Truro, Cornwall ifinch@brannel.cornwall.sch.uk
I went to school in Ramsbury from about 1959/1961, I remember the head teacher being a Mr Eastoe, I liked Ramsbury because we all used to gather at the river to go swimmimg, we used to buy an inner tube of a car at the local garage for 6 pence (old money of course). I'm sure half of everybody who went to the river couldn't swim, but it was fun. We lived in Axford about 2 or 3 miles away towards Marlborough, ...see more
I went to Uplyme school from about 1958/59, I was about 8 years old, we lived in Combpyne and came to school by bus which we caught at Rousden. My memories of the school are three sisters by the name of Taylor, one I think was Belinda, and a girl called Ruth. I also remember two brothers Frank and Ralph I think they were from Africa. I thought the teachers were frightening at the time. I remember we were taken ...see more
In January 1917, my grandfather, Percy Smith, a young soldier from Australia, was on leave from the Front in France. He visited a family in Camelford, and this is the letter he wrote home to his sister. I would love to know more about the family and the area he visited. ******* Helston Manor Camelford Cornwell Jan 31st 1917 Dear Maud, I wrote to Mother last week - the day after I arrived from France and ...see more
There was a large main house surrounded by four smaller houses - two on each side of the large house. My grandfather's father lived in one of the smaller houses and worked as a groundskeeper. He had a family of 3 children.
When my grandfather turned 16 he brought two fine horses onto a huge cruise boat and brought them to Canada to a buyer only to find out the buyer was not to be found and so he kept the two horses and sold them to another buyer and continued to stay in Canada through the rest of his life.
William Sturdey, Christened 3 Dec 1797 at Eynsford. 1851 Census:- Aged 53, Agricultural Labourer, Nut Tree Hall, Plaxtol Village. 1861 Census:- Aged 67 (s/b 63??), Farm Bailiff at Nut Tree Hall. Death Reg'd 3rd Qtr 1877 at Malling Regn District, aged 80 yrs. William Sturdey married Sarah Farrant (dob 1798,) 12 Oct 1819 at Wrotham Parish Church, Kent. 1851 Census:- Aged 52, Agricultural Labourer, born Fawkham, ...see more
Although I so far know little about it, the white house with the black beams was formerly the local shop. In the early 90's it was derelict and subsequently refurbished as a residential property. I purchased the property in February 2007, and live there now. If anyone knows anything of its history, please leave information here! It used to be a coaching inn, and its age is approximately 300 years old.
Just after the war during our summer holidays I was sent from Rochester (where we lived at that time, Dad having been demobbed and then working at Short Bros on the airport), together with my trusty Hercules cycle to spend the full summer school holidays with my Dad's Aunt and Uncle and their little fox terrier here in St Blazey. At that time they lived in Sea View Terrace and seeing Kittows shop brought back ...see more
Moved into Sandholme Road in 1954 from Howden. Father and grandfather bought The Cottages at auction and I lived there until going to college in 1970. My parents stayed there until 1983 when they moved into Laburnum Walk, where my mother still lives. Typical of many villages of the type, walk through it once and you have seen it twice. Living as I do now in Bedlington, Northumberland it is quite a way ...see more
Just wondering if there are any photo's with regards to a sweet shop on Bridge Road Blundellsands called "Confectioners" and photographs of Merrilocks Road.I also remember a great design house on Burbo Bank Road called "Ramleigh Park". This was a fantastic build in its time with stables and clock tower. I have searched over the years for an early photo of Ramleigh. Can anyone help with photos?
My father was in the Fleet Air Arm during the war and in about 1949 he was stationed at the camp in St Merryn, my parents lived at Towan Farm House where I was brought back to from the hospital after I was born at Redruth hospital. My maiden name was Wells. The couple that owned the farm was called Mr and Mrs Old, they did not have any children of their own. I was calling them auntie and ...see more
Opposite the Majestic Cinema, you can just see the Tudor brickwork of the Bucks Head Inn, on the London Road corner. It was very rare that my Dad would go in, but we would be sent there at certain times of the year. A seafood stall, parked beside the pub on a Sunday, would sell cockles, whelks, winkles, mussels, shrimp and jellied eels. My Dad would give my sister and I , or my brother Robert, some ...see more
We used to go ont crags on nature rambles from Rosehill School. At weekend it were our battlefield, we used firebrecks as trenches and fought WW2. If we got beat we'd run tot roman banks and ambush others.