I have quite an interest in living waggons, having drawings and books on them including on how to build bowtops—was in contact some time ago with a wheelwright in England who sent me extra stuff. Maternally i have an ancestor, who was in the west Northants area near Eyedon, called Mary Rawlins whom i think was a Romany (Rawlin(g)s is a Southern England Gypsy surname), nothing about her in parish records except for her death, she being in a common law marriage; her two sons used her surname not their father’s (a common Romany practise), and her eldest son of whom i’m decended from was itinerant. T’aven baxtale!My earliest memory that I can accurately place by age is when I was nearly 4 years old and we were travelling in East Anglia somewhere. Sleeping in the wagon at night and being woken by a great droning noise that seemed to shake the Bow Top and made my dog Trix, who used to sleep under the wagon, bark. The sound seemed to last for ages and it was only many years later that I found out it was flights of aircraft carrying food and supplies on the Berlin Airlift for the German people because the Russians had blocked the City.
For many nights (it always seemed to be at night) the aircraft flew over the farm where we were in a Paddock. Dad was working there for a few weeks. The aircraft came from somewhere over by Liverpool I believe.
I got used to the regular flights after a time. When I got to 4 Mum allowed me to sleep in the straw under the wagon with Trix and we used to lay awake and hear the planes going over on the warm nights and look up and try to spot all the tiny lights in the sky.
Did you mean Brinnington housing estate? dd xxxDespite growing up in a concrete housing estate on the outskirts of Manchester I was lucky enough to live a stones throw away from Reddish Vale. A huge preserved countryside area consisting of several hundred acres of woodland, meadows and a golf course all with a good sized river winding through it.
As a kid my mates and myself spent much of our free time playing there getting up to all sorts of childhood adventures. The usual stuff. Bike rides, rope swings, dens, camp fires, catapults and air rifles. We also used to make rafts and sail them along the length of the river as far as the waterfall then take the shortest route back overland (much to the irritation of the golfers) across the narrow parts of the river horseshoe bends and do it all again.
Many years later in life my girlfriend decided to get horses and I inevitably ended up spending much of my spare time with her out in the countryside helping out and now spend many of my days with the horses, doing field maintenance, making camp fires, foraging wild food, watching wildlife and growing a few vegetables. Not quite bushcraft but I seem to have more in common with the people on here than I do 'normal' people in towns. I came here to the forum to ask a quick question about ponchos and ended up staying for the interesting people, their stories and the useful advice regarding all things outdoor related.
No I was from the over other side in Reddish but I know Brinny well and have a lifelong friend who lives there.Did you mean Brinnington housing estate? dd xxx
That's amazing! I would have seen your house every day from my primary school, St Mary's which was right on the edge of Reddish at the top of the steep hill overlooking the Vale and Brinnington.I lived in Brinny as a child and went all the places you mentioned. I lived on Lenham close which was right on the green belt. I could probably see your house from mine x
my nan lived a t number 1 clough walk which looked out over reddish vale. I left there in 1973 did your mates live there then?That's amazing! I would have seen your house every day from my primary school, St Mary's which was right on the edge of Reddish at the top of the steep hill overlooking the Vale and Brinnington.
You might have known one of my mates who lived just round the corner from you on The Clough opposite the blocks of flats there.
No he would have be born a few years later but you might have known his dad though.my nan lived a t number 1 clough walk which looked out over reddish vale. I left there in 1973 did your mates live there then?