[Doug]

Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington

Doug, when I was at school (which is a very long time ago now) we used to do our cross country runs in this area.........middle of winter, snow and ice.......us in thin cotton shirts and navy blue gym knickers.......purple mottled legs........thank the lord those days are gone.
Your pics did bring back memories of me being dragged along by my friend who was a brilliant cross country runner.......I was always gasping for breath.....wet and muddy.

Oh I can remember purple mottled legs, I had those quite often….I even had to wear a pair of them navy blue gym knickers once…and I’m not joking, it’s no joke when your poor and have an older sister back in 1968…….

Margaret…….. I love the area and hold my memories of it with deep fondness, even now 30 odd years on, I could describe what would be found “up here or down there” I was able to find my way around and even describe the changes that have occurred over the years, unfortunately there are a few……Many memories, some good, some bad and even one or two violent were as fresh as the day that those long ago events happened. The only difference is scale, I have said it before, what use to seem miles aren’t, Heights seem to be the same but distance is confusing everything seems to be much closer today. It’s that little leg syndrome again, It come uninvited into my memories all the time. I suppose it’s the difference between a Childs eyes and those of a much old version, age can sometimes preserve our memories, but regrettably not our bodies. I was bloody knackered when I got back to the car….