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Originally Posted by davemac
I know what you mean, I recently walked around priestly clough, a place I used to spend more time in than at home. It was smaller, dirtier, and very disappointing. The buildings had gone, the reservoir filled in, and footpaths were no longer tarmac.
Thats what happens if you look for the places you knew.
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Priestley Clough was my childhood playground too.....it was almost our backyard. We lived on Riley's Hill.(and Ma still does)
And yes you are right, it now looks very small and dejected...down at heel. Not the place where we fought indians, where we rescued adventurers from the cannibals, not the place where we wrestled man eating tigers.
We used to have expeditions up to the five arches.....rations were a penny hovis loaf and a bottle of spanish water.
What fine times we had.