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Greeves says
Wow .What great photo’s …..Just takes me back’ .The morning we woke up & it had “snowed” just every thing looked so? familiar! but different! Love these photo’s thanks! going to save them I have nothing other than GM gives us thank you all!
1940ish says
There was a good sledging run from up here called ” Frogs Hollow” it ran down to what is now Denton Avenue..The other good run was ” Bunny’s Tip” behind the top of Stamford Street. Am I that old? Any one else remember them?
Winstons Cigar says
Spent many a winters weekend sledging the hill by the ‘rocks’ . The bottom half is now developed but the ‘rocks’ are still there. Always remember a bramble bush about half way down that you could easily end up in and a hump at the bottom that would get you airborne. We would go back home soaking wet, tired but very happy. The best sledges were always the ones that your dad made for you.
The Thinker says
Getting your dad to fashion some sledge runners from a bit of steel tube and fastening it on a flat board to make a sledge, time that was done the bloody snow had melted, ah well! Wait till next year.
Now-a-days parents jolly off into B&Q or Poundstretcher or what ever they call themselves this week and get their offspring a plastic sledge in bright red or green, or blue………………not really the same is it