[Margaret Pilkington]

I think many of us had those kind of experiences back in those days Taddy.
My playground was Priestley Clough.
We(my five brothers and I) would go out first thing and would not go home until it was dark or we were too hungry to carry on playing.
We fished for stickle backs in the lodge(a stocking....attached to a wire circle and put into a length of bamboo.)
We brought hedgehogs home.(full of red mites) We picked brambles and ate them right off the bush....the same with raspberries. We picked bluebells, to our Ma's horror.....would not have them in the house...did not want to cross the fairies.
We once picked a load of apples off a tree and ate them in spite of the fact that they were really,really sour.
We were all up that night with bellyache and had the runs(not good when the lav is out the back).
Taddy, we had what would now be considered impoverished up bringing...yet we were really rich in experiences and they made us the people we are today.
I would not swap my growing up years for anything.