[Margaret Pilkington]

Oh my goodness.....how long have you got?
We used to slide down the hill on the grass, but we used heavy duty plastic sacs from the farm......we built rope swings in Priestley clough...these rope swings would go over the deepest part of the gorge which had a little brook running through it....sometimes falling off meant getting wet.
We used to collect old furniture and lino and build dens........we would raid one anothers den and take the best bits of furniture/carpet for our own domicile...and this caused many (not so good natured) fights...cut lips and black eyes.
We swam in the Water tower that used to be in Priestley clough......Ma once found us creeping back in the house with wet swimming things and we all got a hiding and a warning not to do it again....do you think we listened .......NO, erm, actually that isn't strictly true.....I didn't do it again, but my brothers did......I told on them and got the slug punishment! (they held me down and shoved slugs down my vest....uuuurgh, nasty).
Oh I could write a book.
We did the street jumble sales too....we told folk that the money was going to some local worthy cause....but in truth it paid our busfare to Whalley and paid for cakes, pop and biscuits...which we ate on the banks of the river (Calder...not the Ribble).