Was this visitor " Peg"O"the Well?.
Many years ago I was fishing a tiny stream known as Bezza Brook, it is situated just off Potters Lane in Samlesbury Lancashire it is a tributary of the River Ribble. It was way after midnight and I was fishing for eels that had travelled upstream from the river, The night was very still and balmy and the only light I had was an old cycle lamp, this I used to lighthe up my rod tip to detect any b...
Thursday 25th August 2016 6:50 pm
The way we were. Part 3
On the corner of our street stood a cast iron gas lamp post which illuminated the street for several yards they didn't cast a very strong light,about eight feet up protruded a bar at right angles to the post,a rope was tied to this to make a sort of swing, a loop was formed so we could sit in it and swing round and round the lamp until the rope reached its limit and you came to a sudden halt,and a...
Thursday 25th August 2016 1:00 pm
The way we were. Part 2
The house we lived in had no electricity, we had a gas cooker,and a large cast iron range for a fireplace, it was a magnificent focal point for the front room, it was in the middle of the gable wall and a set of cupboards on either side of it,it was matt black in colour highlighted with polished hinges on the oven door and oven door knob, I was chosen to do a weekly polish using a polish called ...
Sunday 21st August 2016 7:43 pm
The way we were. Part 1
many years ago,78 in fact,I was born to a working class family in the town of Preston lancs. The house was a two up and two down and was situated in the shadow of the prison wall, my house was terraced,and on the corner of Catherine St and Swan St and the pavements were stone flagged and the streets were made up of granite sets jointed with liquid tar which used to soften in warm weather, and go...
Sunday 21st August 2016 5:02 pm
Clogs and Shawls
Stone slab pavements in cobbled streets,
Working class townsfolk with Coker clad feet.
Women with shawls on ,the men wearing caps.
A rare hardy breed, both women and chaps
The whistle has blown, their all in a flurry.
They dare not be late ,their all in a hurry.
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The houses were terraced, and all in a row.
Two up two down with a stone flagg...
Friday 19th August 2016 7:22 pm
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