Who remembers slogging up this hill on the Hollins Cross Country course. This was back in the late 70's when I did it. We used to run down from Hollins into the Priestly Clough and up this steep embankment. This sorted the men from the boys. Some kids would hide under the old railway bridge before here and have a crafty fag. The teachers soon sussed this and one of them would wait further up the embankment to count everyone through.