We called them bogeys in Gt. Harwood. I know because in 1957 my older cousin was carrying 3 year old me on his back for a 'horsey ride'. He tripped over his bogey and landed right on top of my ankle! An ambulance came to take me to hospital (still remember the scratchy red blankets) for an X-ray. It was a small fracture, so no cast but my Grandma wrapped my ankle up with 'Knit bone' leaves (comfrey). Thanks for the memories, and I enjoyed reading your blog from 2008 Margaret
