[Margaret Pilkington]

You are right Doug.......Priestley Clough up to the five arches was our 'playground'.........we used to cross the brook on the water pipes.....if my memory serves me correctly there were 3 pipes that went across the brook.......one of them had spikes in the middle and we kids used to call that 'Spike Bridge'.......My brother Mick was once acting clever and was walking across one of the pipes like a tight-rope walker. He lost his footing and fell in the water.
I daren't take him home with this clothes wet so we took him up to the five arches, built a fire and tried to dry his clothes.......unfortunately, his pullover ( a lovely multi-coloured fair-isle jobby, knitted by Grandma) fell in the fire and got burnt. So that didn't make it home with us. I got a right good hiding for hom 'losing' his pully. Like I said your pics brought back many memories of the area.