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I was besotted by these woods and lake i was going to fish it whatever happened i told you all in the previous chapter how i was going to have some of the pheasants away a friend asked me if he could come along i was a bit apprehensive as i preferred to poach alone i did not like being responsible for others but he was a good young lad and belonged to a local gypsy clan i could trust him with my life SO one weekend if i remember Right it was a Saturday night i decided to try another way onto the estate but it meant forging the river i knew the river was quite low so there would be no trouble it was only ankle deep we hid our bikes in the under growth beside the river then forged across coming out behind the hall we made for the main coverts but really it did not matter where we went there were birds every where, they used to put thousands down it was approaching Christmas and a few quid in our pocket would help over the festive season i would have no trouble getting rid as times were still quite hard and the birds were always welcome at home and for friends living on our village.
jack knew the woods quite well his family had been big poachers over the years so he was brought up with it in his blood, he was going to hold the light and i would shoot jack, had brought along a good sack to pop the birds into and i also had the old post office bag on my back the shooting was quite easy funny birds they would just sit there you would have one then another maybe from the same branch, we started to fill the bags you can get to greedy i said to jack not to many it will be awkward and to heavy to carry them back to our bikes we heard a shout and a whistle bloody hell jack run they are after us we ran through the woods but with bags of birds it was a bit heavy going so we hid the birds and i slipped my gun into the undergrowth beside the river, as i looked back i could see the lights on a vehicle coming our way i never stopped to find out but i think it was the police in the land rover i could hear shouting in the distance and hear the bark of dogs probably alsatians, i was certainly frightened where was jack, no sign of him at all god i hope they had not caught him i forded the river once again and lay down in the long grass beside the river and that's where i stayed for the next two hours things went very quite i was just thinking i would fetch my gun when i heard a noise Pete, where are you it was jack, where have you been up a tree we are lucky to escape he said there was about thirteen keepers with the police what about the birds i have got them as he dropped the sack on the floor there a bit heavy, i crossed the river once again and collected my gun and bag you could still hear the occasional shout back in the woods.
We will have to be careful going home with a bike and two bags full of birds, i had strapped the gun to my cross bar we dare not go onto the roads jack, as they maybe looking for us, it was a bit hard going as we crossed the fields pushing our bikes it took us a good hour to get home we approached the house from the rear through the hedge then sorted the birds sixteen in all not a bad night jack do you want one no ill have half what we make when you sell them i said good night to jack, as he peddled his bike home to the caravans down the Berry's lane how the keepers knew we were there i don't know unless they saw the lamp but we had got away once again it was not the last time i went to that estate i nearly got caught again but i told you all about that in part one of my stories i fished it many times and caught some lovely tench and perch but i was always on edge and could not relax but that was years ago now i have my memories but they were good days no need to poach now pheasants are two a penny its not worth the effort, we poached to live and to put some cash in our back pockets they were hard days which will never return.
Well a bit more latter
I was besotted by these woods and lake i was going to fish it whatever happened i told you all in the previous chapter how i was going to have some of the pheasants away a friend asked me if he could come along i was a bit apprehensive as i preferred to poach alone i did not like being responsible for others but he was a good young lad and belonged to a local gypsy clan i could trust him with my life SO one weekend if i remember Right it was a Saturday night i decided to try another way onto the estate but it meant forging the river i knew the river was quite low so there would be no trouble it was only ankle deep we hid our bikes in the under growth beside the river then forged across coming out behind the hall we made for the main coverts but really it did not matter where we went there were birds every where, they used to put thousands down it was approaching Christmas and a few quid in our pocket would help over the festive season i would have no trouble getting rid as times were still quite hard and the birds were always welcome at home and for friends living on our village.
jack knew the woods quite well his family had been big poachers over the years so he was brought up with it in his blood, he was going to hold the light and i would shoot jack, had brought along a good sack to pop the birds into and i also had the old post office bag on my back the shooting was quite easy funny birds they would just sit there you would have one then another maybe from the same branch, we started to fill the bags you can get to greedy i said to jack not to many it will be awkward and to heavy to carry them back to our bikes we heard a shout and a whistle bloody hell jack run they are after us we ran through the woods but with bags of birds it was a bit heavy going so we hid the birds and i slipped my gun into the undergrowth beside the river, as i looked back i could see the lights on a vehicle coming our way i never stopped to find out but i think it was the police in the land rover i could hear shouting in the distance and hear the bark of dogs probably alsatians, i was certainly frightened where was jack, no sign of him at all god i hope they had not caught him i forded the river once again and lay down in the long grass beside the river and that's where i stayed for the next two hours things went very quite i was just thinking i would fetch my gun when i heard a noise Pete, where are you it was jack, where have you been up a tree we are lucky to escape he said there was about thirteen keepers with the police what about the birds i have got them as he dropped the sack on the floor there a bit heavy, i crossed the river once again and collected my gun and bag you could still hear the occasional shout back in the woods.
We will have to be careful going home with a bike and two bags full of birds, i had strapped the gun to my cross bar we dare not go onto the roads jack, as they maybe looking for us, it was a bit hard going as we crossed the fields pushing our bikes it took us a good hour to get home we approached the house from the rear through the hedge then sorted the birds sixteen in all not a bad night jack do you want one no ill have half what we make when you sell them i said good night to jack, as he peddled his bike home to the caravans down the Berry's lane how the keepers knew we were there i don't know unless they saw the lamp but we had got away once again it was not the last time i went to that estate i nearly got caught again but i told you all about that in part one of my stories i fished it many times and caught some lovely tench and perch but i was always on edge and could not relax but that was years ago now i have my memories but they were good days no need to poach now pheasants are two a penny its not worth the effort, we poached to live and to put some cash in our back pockets they were hard days which will never return.
Well a bit more latter
In reply to Post #255
I wouldn t say those days will never return Pete ... I think this government would like to see the working man back on the bread line, make him easier to control ... maybe as well to dig the old Diana out and oil the washer
I wouldn t say those days will never return Pete ... I think this government would like to see the working man back on the bread line, make him easier to control ... maybe as well to dig the old Diana out and oil the washer
In reply to Post #255
In reply to Post #256
In reply to Post #255
I wouldn't say those days will never return Pete ... I think this government would like to see the working man back on the bread line, make him easier to control ... maybe as well to dig the old Diana out and oil the washer
i have got a better tool for the job now but to b old to use it i am glad you still like my stories it makes it worth while it takes a bit of remembering although i have some in my diaries, it is all true i have really lead an exciting life and would love to do it all again
pete
In reply to Post #255
I wouldn't say those days will never return Pete ... I think this government would like to see the working man back on the bread line, make him easier to control ... maybe as well to dig the old Diana out and oil the washer
i have got a better tool for the job now but to b old to use it i am glad you still like my stories it makes it worth while it takes a bit of remembering although i have some in my diaries, it is all true i have really lead an exciting life and would love to do it all again
pete
In reply to Post #258
I never miss an installment mate ... as Bob says essential forum reading
I never miss an installment mate ... as Bob says essential forum reading
In reply to Post #259
loving this pete
loving this pete
In reply to Post #255
I suppose i am lucky i have lived the dream i have had a wonderful life full of excitement, i have also met many friends along the way some famous some not but it has been a pleasure although i am nearly seventy my love for fishing and the country side is still as great as it was when i was young, i still get a thrill when i see the big skeins of geese pass over head or the peregrine swoop on its prey or the splash of a fish out in the lake it always gives me pleasure. I remember myself and my mate graham getting permission to fish a small lake in Shropshire the owner was a lady she was in love with this old lake i went to see her she lived in a beautiful old black and white cottage at the end of the lake she loved the wild life and would come down and feed the water fowl i knocked her door thinking i would be refused but no she gave us permission there was staging built over one part of the lake but you had a problem getting to it i suppose it was some time in the sixties we were like two young school boys a whole lake given us to fish and know one else fishing. The lady would come around to see us when we were there and talk about the country side or her lake wanting to know what we had caught she was quite an educated lady and could chat about most subjects.
on our first meeting i asked what fish were in the lake oh she said tench carp and perch well graham and i decided we would float fish i remember using this ground bait we would add a few drops of tincture of lemon grass it smelled absolutely gorgeous it was trial and error in those far off days we would put our maggots in Fine ground up bread crumbs then add a few drops of tincture of lemon and use them on the hook a size twelve. The lake was only about four ft deep what fun we had the first time we went the weather was cloudy and wet we started to get a fish a cast beautiful deep bodied tench if i remember right we ended our morning session with over eighty pounds this was fishing at its best we also caught perch to two pounds plus we were very protective of our fishing on this lake and never told a soul graham and i fished that old lake for at least three years then one day we went to fish and there were other anglers around the lake it was the beginning of the end she stared to charge fish shillings a day i could see what was coming she came down to see me one day and said pete i am sorry but i am stopping the fishing to much litter is being left we already knew and had been collecting it up buy the bag full but she stopped all fishing included us and let the lake to the RSPC we were devastated while we fished on the lake the neighboring farmer would come down and chat he said to me he had a problem with the rabbits on his property did we know any one with ferrets look no further we said we also shoot i have never seen so many rabbits there were black ones black and white ones i think some pet rabbits must have escaped at one time and breed this farmers land bordered one of the biggest shoots in shropshire bloody pheasants every where i just could not help my self we had a few away it was cash in the pocket which helped by our fishing tackle well a bit more latter
I suppose i am lucky i have lived the dream i have had a wonderful life full of excitement, i have also met many friends along the way some famous some not but it has been a pleasure although i am nearly seventy my love for fishing and the country side is still as great as it was when i was young, i still get a thrill when i see the big skeins of geese pass over head or the peregrine swoop on its prey or the splash of a fish out in the lake it always gives me pleasure. I remember myself and my mate graham getting permission to fish a small lake in Shropshire the owner was a lady she was in love with this old lake i went to see her she lived in a beautiful old black and white cottage at the end of the lake she loved the wild life and would come down and feed the water fowl i knocked her door thinking i would be refused but no she gave us permission there was staging built over one part of the lake but you had a problem getting to it i suppose it was some time in the sixties we were like two young school boys a whole lake given us to fish and know one else fishing. The lady would come around to see us when we were there and talk about the country side or her lake wanting to know what we had caught she was quite an educated lady and could chat about most subjects.
on our first meeting i asked what fish were in the lake oh she said tench carp and perch well graham and i decided we would float fish i remember using this ground bait we would add a few drops of tincture of lemon grass it smelled absolutely gorgeous it was trial and error in those far off days we would put our maggots in Fine ground up bread crumbs then add a few drops of tincture of lemon and use them on the hook a size twelve. The lake was only about four ft deep what fun we had the first time we went the weather was cloudy and wet we started to get a fish a cast beautiful deep bodied tench if i remember right we ended our morning session with over eighty pounds this was fishing at its best we also caught perch to two pounds plus we were very protective of our fishing on this lake and never told a soul graham and i fished that old lake for at least three years then one day we went to fish and there were other anglers around the lake it was the beginning of the end she stared to charge fish shillings a day i could see what was coming she came down to see me one day and said pete i am sorry but i am stopping the fishing to much litter is being left we already knew and had been collecting it up buy the bag full but she stopped all fishing included us and let the lake to the RSPC we were devastated while we fished on the lake the neighboring farmer would come down and chat he said to me he had a problem with the rabbits on his property did we know any one with ferrets look no further we said we also shoot i have never seen so many rabbits there were black ones black and white ones i think some pet rabbits must have escaped at one time and breed this farmers land bordered one of the biggest shoots in shropshire bloody pheasants every where i just could not help my self we had a few away it was cash in the pocket which helped by our fishing tackle well a bit more latter
In reply to Post #255
I suppose i am lucky i have lived the dream i have had a wonderful life full of excitement, i have also met many friends along the way some famous some not but it has been a pleasure although i am nearly seventy my love for fishing and the country side is still as great as it was when i was young, i still get a thrill when i see the big skeins of geese pass over head or the peregrine swoop on its prey or the splash of a fish far out in the lake it always gives me pleasure. I remember myself and my mate graham getting permission to fish a small lake in Shropshire the owner was a lady she was in love with this old lake, i went to see her she lived in a beautiful old black and white cottage which stood at the end of the lake, she loved the wild life and would come down and feed the water fowl i knocked her door thinking i would be refused but no she gave us permission there was staging built over one part of the lake but we had a problem getting to it i suppose it was some time in the sixties we were like two young school boys a whole lake given us to fish and no one else fishing it. The lady would come around to see us when we were there and talk about the country side or her lake, wanting to know what we had caught she was quite an educated lady and could chat about most subjects.
on our first meeting i asked what fish were in the lake oh she said tench carp and perch well graham and i decided we would float fish i remember using this ground bait i cant remember the name but we would add a few drops of tincture of lemon grass it smelled absolutely gorgeous it was trial and error in those far off days we would put our maggots, in Fine ground up bread crumbs, then add a few drops of tincture of lemon and use them on the hook a size twelve. The lake was only about four ft deep what fun we had the first time we went the weather was cloudy and wet we started to catch a fish a cast beautiful deep bodied tench, if i remember right we ended our morning session with over eighty pounds this was fishing at its best we also caught perch to two pounds plus we were very protective of our fishing on this lake and never told a soul graham and i fished that old lake for at least three years. Then one day we went to fish and there were other anglers around the lake it was the beginning of the end she started to charge fish shillings a day, i could see what was coming she came down to see me one day and said pete i am sorry but i am stopping the fishing to much litter is being left, we already knew and had been collecting it up by the bag full she stopped all fishing included us and let the lake to the RSPC we were devastated while we fished on the lake the neighboring farmer, would come down and chat he said to me he had a problem with the rabbits on his property did we know any one with ferrets look no further we said we also shoot i have never seen so many rabbits, there were black ones black and white ones i think some pet rabbits, must have escaped at one time and bred, this farmers land bordered one of the biggest shoots in shropshire bloody pheasants every where i just could not help my self we had a few away it was cash in the pocket which helped buy our fishing tackle well a bit more latter
I suppose i am lucky i have lived the dream i have had a wonderful life full of excitement, i have also met many friends along the way some famous some not but it has been a pleasure although i am nearly seventy my love for fishing and the country side is still as great as it was when i was young, i still get a thrill when i see the big skeins of geese pass over head or the peregrine swoop on its prey or the splash of a fish far out in the lake it always gives me pleasure. I remember myself and my mate graham getting permission to fish a small lake in Shropshire the owner was a lady she was in love with this old lake, i went to see her she lived in a beautiful old black and white cottage which stood at the end of the lake, she loved the wild life and would come down and feed the water fowl i knocked her door thinking i would be refused but no she gave us permission there was staging built over one part of the lake but we had a problem getting to it i suppose it was some time in the sixties we were like two young school boys a whole lake given us to fish and no one else fishing it. The lady would come around to see us when we were there and talk about the country side or her lake, wanting to know what we had caught she was quite an educated lady and could chat about most subjects.
on our first meeting i asked what fish were in the lake oh she said tench carp and perch well graham and i decided we would float fish i remember using this ground bait i cant remember the name but we would add a few drops of tincture of lemon grass it smelled absolutely gorgeous it was trial and error in those far off days we would put our maggots, in Fine ground up bread crumbs, then add a few drops of tincture of lemon and use them on the hook a size twelve. The lake was only about four ft deep what fun we had the first time we went the weather was cloudy and wet we started to catch a fish a cast beautiful deep bodied tench, if i remember right we ended our morning session with over eighty pounds this was fishing at its best we also caught perch to two pounds plus we were very protective of our fishing on this lake and never told a soul graham and i fished that old lake for at least three years. Then one day we went to fish and there were other anglers around the lake it was the beginning of the end she started to charge fish shillings a day, i could see what was coming she came down to see me one day and said pete i am sorry but i am stopping the fishing to much litter is being left, we already knew and had been collecting it up by the bag full she stopped all fishing included us and let the lake to the RSPC we were devastated while we fished on the lake the neighboring farmer, would come down and chat he said to me he had a problem with the rabbits on his property did we know any one with ferrets look no further we said we also shoot i have never seen so many rabbits, there were black ones black and white ones i think some pet rabbits, must have escaped at one time and bred, this farmers land bordered one of the biggest shoots in shropshire bloody pheasants every where i just could not help my self we had a few away it was cash in the pocket which helped buy our fishing tackle well a bit more latter
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l suppose i have been a bit of a jack the lad there's not many lakes around my home territory i have not fished most were poached in my younger days. Even today some of the older generation come up to me and say i can remember you when you poached the woods and hills god some of these oldies must be in there nineties you were a rum un they would say. I was i can not tell lies but in the early years the forties and fifties i had to poach so we could live my step father did not earn big money he worked on the railway as a signal man times were very hard nothing was waisted so my parents were always grateful for anything i could shoot or catch i started off with the humble catapult most young lads had one in those days but i learned to use it and became very accurate i shot lots rabbits with it and the odd pheasant i would walk the hedgerows and the big nettle beds i found the nettle beds very good they would always produce a few rabbits. I manage to catch a few out of the nettle patches i acquired an old net and would put it round the outside of a big patch then walk it through but in those days there was thousands of rabbits it did not matter were you went you would see rabbits they certainly kept a good many fed. But most of the big keepered estates employed a man to catch the rabbits they were then sent by rail to the cities i think they sold for about sixpence, each the chap would catch hundreds it was revenue for the estate the poor fellow only earned about two pounds a week and it was very hard work.
When i was young i never feared any one i could run if i was discovered or even swim the river to get away when i was a youth there were a few battles fought with gangs of poachers and the keepers but by the time i had got to fifteen years old most of these gangs had stopped most of the poaching in the fifties was done by individuals so they could live and make a few bob for the back pocket, i loved to be out on a windy night with the long nets there was always two freinds and my self, you could clear up the rabbits, on a good night the one farm was over run hundreds i would set the net in the day time keeping the net rolled up to allow the rabbits, to pass under neath and go into the fields i would set it beside the rail way line where most of the rabbits were coming from we would go back at midnight drop the net then two would walk the fields with the dogs i would stand by the net you could feel the rabbits, hitting the net you were kept busy running up and down the net dispersing the rabbits if you were lucky you may get as many as fifty or even more you certainly could make a few bob from there sale but it was not all legal as you would poach some of the big estates when doing this you set your net in the dark that was a bit harder but you soon got the hang of it i have not been out with the long nets for many years no need really i am now a bit to old but it is still used in some places. well a bit more latter
l suppose i have been a bit of a jack the lad there's not many lakes around my home territory i have not fished most were poached in my younger days. Even today some of the older generation come up to me and say i can remember you when you poached the woods and hills god some of these oldies must be in there nineties you were a rum un they would say. I was i can not tell lies but in the early years the forties and fifties i had to poach so we could live my step father did not earn big money he worked on the railway as a signal man times were very hard nothing was waisted so my parents were always grateful for anything i could shoot or catch i started off with the humble catapult most young lads had one in those days but i learned to use it and became very accurate i shot lots rabbits with it and the odd pheasant i would walk the hedgerows and the big nettle beds i found the nettle beds very good they would always produce a few rabbits. I manage to catch a few out of the nettle patches i acquired an old net and would put it round the outside of a big patch then walk it through but in those days there was thousands of rabbits it did not matter were you went you would see rabbits they certainly kept a good many fed. But most of the big keepered estates employed a man to catch the rabbits they were then sent by rail to the cities i think they sold for about sixpence, each the chap would catch hundreds it was revenue for the estate the poor fellow only earned about two pounds a week and it was very hard work.
When i was young i never feared any one i could run if i was discovered or even swim the river to get away when i was a youth there were a few battles fought with gangs of poachers and the keepers but by the time i had got to fifteen years old most of these gangs had stopped most of the poaching in the fifties was done by individuals so they could live and make a few bob for the back pocket, i loved to be out on a windy night with the long nets there was always two freinds and my self, you could clear up the rabbits, on a good night the one farm was over run hundreds i would set the net in the day time keeping the net rolled up to allow the rabbits, to pass under neath and go into the fields i would set it beside the rail way line where most of the rabbits were coming from we would go back at midnight drop the net then two would walk the fields with the dogs i would stand by the net you could feel the rabbits, hitting the net you were kept busy running up and down the net dispersing the rabbits if you were lucky you may get as many as fifty or even more you certainly could make a few bob from there sale but it was not all legal as you would poach some of the big estates when doing this you set your net in the dark that was a bit harder but you soon got the hang of it i have not been out with the long nets for many years no need really i am now a bit to old but it is still used in some places. well a bit more latter
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After reading the thread about Dick walker and Clarissa, it has brought back many happy memories of the great man, at the time graham and myself were catching the big bream from the Shropshire meres in the company of Dennis Kelly we really did have BREAM fever we could not leave the fishing alone we actually spent more time bream fishing than being at home, i can remember this one particular morning a letter arrive through the post i opened the letter i was speechless it was from dick how he got my address i don't know maybe from angling times but it was from dick and was one of many i still have them somewhere and have promised to let his son Tim have them but the attic is so big and with my problems its getting up there as i am an arthritic i am sure they are in an old fishing creel the first one i ever had if it could talk it could tell some stories, i had caught a number of big bream some had appeared in angling times and as you all know Dick wrote for the weekly paper he wanted to know more about our success and how we caught such big fish i was only to pleased to let him know we arranged to talk on the telephone and it went from there he invited myself graham and Dennis down to his fishing hut and you know the rest he was a big man with a big heart who was kind and considerate but i must say he did not suffer fools gladly he helped me many ways giving me tackle rods bite alarms and such he would ring me at work nearly every week and kept an eye on me wanting to know more about our latest catches he always had time for me and my friends i stayed in touch up until his untimely death from cancer i will never forget his friendship and he will remain in my heart for ever.
A bit more about dick he loved BMW cars the one he had when i was visiting him was a green job he took me everywhere in that car all around the lakes he used to fish to his home and to mothers i was only in my twenties i was in ore of this big man he loved to talk about fishing not just carp but all fishing, another thing i don't think many know he helped develop radar in the war he was a very good engineer you had only got to look around his factory to see her respect he got from his workers i was really in another world he took me to dinner one day to the letchworth hotel god i could not understand the foreign language it was in french if i remember right but he sorted it out i had steak and chips. i am now freinds with his son Tim who is now doing a bit of fishing i hope he enjoys our hobby as much as his father did well thats it for now. more latter
After reading the thread about Dick walker and Clarissa, it has brought back many happy memories of the great man, at the time graham and myself were catching the big bream from the Shropshire meres in the company of Dennis Kelly we really did have BREAM fever we could not leave the fishing alone we actually spent more time bream fishing than being at home, i can remember this one particular morning a letter arrive through the post i opened the letter i was speechless it was from dick how he got my address i don't know maybe from angling times but it was from dick and was one of many i still have them somewhere and have promised to let his son Tim have them but the attic is so big and with my problems its getting up there as i am an arthritic i am sure they are in an old fishing creel the first one i ever had if it could talk it could tell some stories, i had caught a number of big bream some had appeared in angling times and as you all know Dick wrote for the weekly paper he wanted to know more about our success and how we caught such big fish i was only to pleased to let him know we arranged to talk on the telephone and it went from there he invited myself graham and Dennis down to his fishing hut and you know the rest he was a big man with a big heart who was kind and considerate but i must say he did not suffer fools gladly he helped me many ways giving me tackle rods bite alarms and such he would ring me at work nearly every week and kept an eye on me wanting to know more about our latest catches he always had time for me and my friends i stayed in touch up until his untimely death from cancer i will never forget his friendship and he will remain in my heart for ever.
A bit more about dick he loved BMW cars the one he had when i was visiting him was a green job he took me everywhere in that car all around the lakes he used to fish to his home and to mothers i was only in my twenties i was in ore of this big man he loved to talk about fishing not just carp but all fishing, another thing i don't think many know he helped develop radar in the war he was a very good engineer you had only got to look around his factory to see her respect he got from his workers i was really in another world he took me to dinner one day to the letchworth hotel god i could not understand the foreign language it was in french if i remember right but he sorted it out i had steak and chips. i am now freinds with his son Tim who is now doing a bit of fishing i hope he enjoys our hobby as much as his father did well thats it for now. more latter
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In reply to Post #264
hi pete , how the hell can you remember all this ?
outstanding reading aswell by the way , keep it up please
hi pete , how the hell can you remember all this ?
outstanding reading aswell by the way , keep it up please
In reply to Post #266
Old men. like my father. no access to computers.google etc pen is mightier than the sword,
My old dad can remember stuff I can't..
Although I can go to a field i rambled across as a kid, and the memories come back..
I also love Pete's thread evokes a lot in me.
Old men. like my father. no access to computers.google etc pen is mightier than the sword,
My old dad can remember stuff I can't..
Although I can go to a field i rambled across as a kid, and the memories come back..
I also love Pete's thread evokes a lot in me.
In reply to Post #267
youre not referring to pete as old are you ?
youre not referring to pete as old are you ?
In reply to Post #268
Short term memory knackered,long term memory superb! .Mmmmm,that sounds familiar 
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Short term memory knackered,long term memory superb!
.Mmmmm,that sounds familiar .