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I've been up and down that path to the river quite a few times in the past. I've lived about four miles away for over thirty years. I was fairly certain of the cottage's position when I first saw the postcard and guessed it must have been long gone. This afternoon I wendled by again and took a few photos, you can see where the space is still fairly open, it's the only place it would have been, near to the bottom. The path is highly banked on both sides for the rest of the way up to the top. And very steep too! The only bit I could see that might be part of the cottage was the step by the side

I just came across this topic and backtracked to the old thread to see what I'd had to say on there. It would appear that exactly 3 years ago today I'd posted that my old Jack Russell, Scooby Doo had been very ill but was well on the way to recovery. Well, he didn't get better, the infection had made him very weak and skinny, it also made worse his weak esophagus condition that made him black out when he got excited. He gradually stopped going for his walks and became unable to jump on the pine chest in front of the window and bark at passers by, he even gave up trying to jump on the settee to

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At the beginning of September 2013, Liz's former boss asked us a favour, his sister was being evicted from her house and she wondered whether we'd be prepared to look after her Golden Labrador, Balloo, for a couple of weeks till she found a new place to live. Liz had been round there and knew this dog, apparently the poor thing lived outside in a kennel lined with wood shavings all year round and wasn't allowed in the house, it rarely went for walks and when she was there it had spent most of it's time slinking round the edge of the garden not approaching even her, 'Mrs Pet'. We weren't sure

I love the animals especially cats on you've been framed. I always end up in hysterics.

I agree, dogs don't INSIST they know better than their owners (although they may try it on sometimes!) Dog: "You know that juicy chicken breast is better for me than that canned dog food" Owner: "No it's not." Dog: "I think you'll find it is" (big soulful eyes) Owner: "Well, just a little bit then...."

The terrible twosome, only Jerry is the naughty one, well, what Jack Russell isn't:- Our very handsome Jerry eyeing up a pint of Woodfordes:-

One of the last pictures, enjoying a frolic in the snow with Jerry:-

Our first dog was Cindy, a small black haired mongrel of which I was extremely fond. I was perhaps 3 when my father bought her, and she died when I was serving in Notts Police. I was interviewing a suspect at the time my father called me to explain that Cindy was very ill. My next dog was some years later, he was Winston, a weimaraner, who was a big tough lad, but very loving, who lived to a good age. We had many adventures did me and Win, and he was actually treated by the vet who wrote under the name of James Herriott after Winston was attacked by another dog in Thirsk. I didnt know it was

I do have this feeling that I could take a needle, and throw it into anywhere in Nottinghamshire, and photograph the needle, Cliff Ton and many others of equal expertise would identify the needle, the field, the photographs of the field in each decade going back at least 100 years, tell me who owned the field and report me to the police for littering. I have a total respect for this degree of insight and expertise.

It's not the dogs that are a problem but their stupid owners.

If you remember some time back ,with help from people on here I managed to aquire a photo of my dad at work at hovringham gravels the chap that found that photo for me was andy howdle who is writing a book on hovringham gravels ,with many historical pictures,and plenty of old trucks I hope,well andy informs me that book is on its way to completion so if you are a fan of old trucks and interested in a company that was involved in supplying materials to the constuction industry that saw the transformation of nottingham I suggest you look out for andys book,I remember projects like broad ma

When I was a young lad my dad and eldest brother used to race greyhounds. I can remember staying up late so that I could be there when they got home from a dog track. They'd stand by the kitchen table and empty their pockets of the nights winnings. There'd always be a pile of notes and coins and I'd help them by sorting the coins into piles. The reason I used to stop up and wait for them to come home was, because I'd 'helped', I'd get some extra spending money. The next morning I'd go to Mrs Wrights shop, which was nearly opposite my house on Grainger Street, and buy myself some toffees. As I

Joined a Few months ago really enjoying it

For those who have been following this thread, I received a message from Don Walker which has really made me happy. 'hi, have finally traced George burbanks spoke to him today we had a long chat and some memories,,we are going to meet up in a day or two,,, am looking forward to the reunion. I could not have done without your help so many thanks for your input cheers don.'

Infection is the big thing now ,if you think its mucky then it probably is ,if all else fails id go to a and e ,bezt safe than sorry Its your health.

No, he managed to amputate 3 during the procedure!

I'd keep trying to get through to the hospital Bilbraborn, you can't leave the dressing on for another 10 weeks ....... Yuk! And don't ask advice from this lot, you know it doesn't make sense, LOL

Hard to know if the word scout actually refers to boy scouts...but the picture of the cottage actually shows a garden full of figures. Some of whom could be wearing scouts uniform complete with hat and bandana.

On a happier note. If I could go back to the fifties and sixties I would take a lot more photos of Nottingham and surroundings. Alot of the photos of nottingham I do have were taken as a tourist on trips back from Canada. Funny how you have to move out to make you appreciate some things.

I wrote the following poem after our dog, Shep, died.. He came to live with us when he was five months old. A Border Collie - sort of - leaping on the chairs and trying to wash our faces with his floppy pink tongue. We loved him; he became part of the family, going out to play with the children, stealing the cricket balls! He always came on holiday with us; five people and a dog sharing a ten foot caravan - just a bit cramped! But lots of room there was on the vast Welsh beaches for him to race like a greyhound then flop down, tongue lolling sideways, a silly grin

Riding my Honda 50 all legal at 6 AM on my 16'th birthday. Next day I was in hospital, nowt to do with the bike, I was knocked out by a medicine ball in the gym at NCB Moorgreen training centre. When they let me come home next day the Doc told Dad I couldn't ride my bike for a week, he kept the keys on him..

This is Sam, next door neighbour moved out & left him behind ! Nine years ago. He was always a bit of a loner. Sadly had to say goodbye to him a year ago, (heart defect). Age about 11 years then.

I think the one I dislike most at present is that featuring the bloke with huge buttocks getting out of a car and marching off down the road. I don't know what he is advertising because I switch him off before he gets to the point, whatever that is.

How true! It's so important to tell people how much you appreciate them before it's too late. Thanks for sharing your feelings..

I have been following this thread for a while and wondered whether to even post the following but if it helps anyone it may not just sound like an exercise in self pity. Neither do I want it to sound preachy, its just my feelings. I have little desire to go back in time for the most part but if I could I think the one thing I would do would be to go back almost 16 years now and apologize to my late wife for often taking her for granted. She was a fine Nottingham gal who took good care of me and our two girls. She was willing to follow my wonderlust when I decided we needed to emigrate and

And the crime of the century

I would ask a certain Mr Clough to look after his health, who knows where NFFC might be now. I would kidnap a certain Dr Beeching and hold him prisoner until the railways got back on track. I would put preservation orders on all the lovely old buildings in Nottingham, swept away in the 1960's & 70's. I would bring in a law to make Fish & Chip shops peel there own spuds and make chips from scratch. I would ban the manufacture and sale of cigarettes to hopefully bring down the current odds of getting the big C. I would have liked to persuade Adolf to continue with his painting cours

Of course mate ,no probs I personally always air on the side of caution obviously thought put in before even considering using A and E

Just cut my dog's hair, I don't pay any fancy salon. A good brush some flea drops looking pretty smart.

That's great news! Amazing how this site brings people together and makes connections

#13 THE SCOUT CAMP . The Scout Camp, July 25-August 2, was spent at Lady Carnarvon's Scout Cottage, Kneeton, Nottingham, situated in a pleasant spot near the Trent. Two officers and twentytwo scouts formed a fairly satisfactory number to attend camp, and the week was, on the whole, a great success. That was 1916

Well done michael quick response,to request.shows how collective info is invaluable,people will benefit in the future also if we can pass on our knowledge.cheers michael.

when I was at colligate infants we learnt a poem and it began Look out, look out Jack Frost is about he,s after your fingers and toes ..... can,t remember any more, can any body help. When it was a frosty morning the teacher made the class resite it Another one was,,,, I was a bird in the top of a tree,, ,this is the song he was singing to me,,, god loves us all in a wonderful way,, be happy ,,,be happy today, how many of you ex colligate young at hearts can remember that one. such innocent days, Christ that takes me back.

Yes I was at what became known as the Peafield Rally, Fortunately I didn't take the short cut across the field, but I well remember the effects on the bikers boots. I seem to remember that someone fell over in the peafield and his leather jacket was ruined. I also recall that Tom Carr threw up in his billy can in the night and that in the morning, Dosher while suffering from an almighty hangover heated up the billycan and had a mouthful. Our reactions prevented him from consuming any more. The 'Peafield' Rally marked the start of me getting a more healthy diet together

had a bantam 125cc when i was 16/17, used to put me pyjama bottoms stuffed with newspaper on the back, made me feel like i had a passenger although there was no passenger seat, well i was young and silly, now im old and silly, wish i had me bike back, (and me pyjamas).

Voila!

I cannot tell a fib. I looked it up. Well I can sometimes!

Look out! Look out! Jack Frost is about! He’s after our fingers and toes; And, all through the night, The jolly little sprite Is working where nobody knows. He’ll climb each tree, So nimble is he, His silvery powder he’ll shake; To windows he’ll creep, And while we’re asleep, Such wonderful pictures he’ll make. Across the grass He’ll merrily pass, And change all its greenness to white; Then home he will go, And laugh, “Ho! Ho! Ho! What fun I have had in the night!”

This is Sooty, absolutely as daft as a brush ! We had him from a kitten about 8 weeks old untli he died age 10, another genetic heart defect. A lovely cat. Also from the same litter was his sister Tiger, she was totally different to Sooty, being very mischievous & cheeky. We said goodbye to her three years ago, kidney failure, she was nearly 16 years old.

I've had loads of cats thought my life and have loved every single one. When I lived in the country about 14 years ago, I had five. All totally different personalities but equally loveably. I miss them still.

During WW2, in occupied Holland, the Dutch were starving and ate bulbs. It hasn't done them any harm as they are reputed to be the tallest nation in Europe .

During the 1980s, whenever I was out in the garden, a cross/retriever used to let himself in to our back door which I left part open. I'd find him fast asleep on the hearth rug. I'd let him out and tell him to go home. Then he started turning up waiting for me on the front door step when I came home off night shift. We made enquiries but couldn't find out who owned him so we kept him and vowed to let his owner have him back if he turned up. He was a real darling, so loving and friendly and adored the kids. Eventually this chap knocked on the door. He had been in prison but had let his

They'd end up spelling all that wrong on the title board. I would go back and visit more of the beloved steam train sheds before they disappeared.

Fat women with tattoos, a fag on and their piggy legs crammed into black tights. Utterly disgusting.

It reminds me of my youth, when we had a ride on the Dodgems at Goose fair and the lad would have one arm round our shoulder and drive the car with the other. Cool. Not cool on the roads though, especially when you see children in the car!

Things which are repeated

Junk Mail/Spam Calls

a cup of tea 4d in one of those BR heavy duty cups ,and off to Grantham trainspotting aged about 11 years without a care in the world!

a charlesworth that's right the alley way was almost opposite my granddads house, a few yards down that alleyway was a slaughter house and he used to hang bulls penus ,s from a washing line, there used to be about 6/7 pegged up at any one time, this is no wind up, they were sold to make high class walking sticks .There were also some stables down there, I think it came out at waterway street a few yards from Arkwright st.