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How many Berridge children have secreted themselves inside this niche situated in the playground which fronts the old infant building, hoping to be left behind when the bell rang at playtime's close? I know I did. Just for old times' sake, hid in there again on Tuesday!

On my visit to the area this week, I had a wander past the old Player's sites. Paid a visit to St Peter's church. I can remember when this was full of higgledy piggledy graves, overgrown and ivy clad. Now, it's a peaceful green space but, again, littered with rubbish. Clearly, also being used as overnight accommodation. The west door today. And on 25 June 1949. My parents' wedding. 70 years ago.

Berridge School is an impressive building that has stood the test of time. Many schools have been built and demolished during the life of Berridge. Some Nottingham ex pupils unfortunately have no school to visit Of course the heartbeat of a school is it's pupils and teachers and I am proud to say that my old school is vibrant and healthy It was a happy place with the children keen to ask questions and diligently taking notes. The teachers themselves made a difficult job look enjoyable. The children asked about the ethnic mix and religion during my time there and they were obviously aware of

Some things have survived. The Pheasant on Prospect Street!

Should make it law to have this painted on all UK pubs

aw do'nt say tht lizzie, im' doin me best ...... onest

This I'll throw you left or right lion? Looks like they where carved on site? Who knew that? Eh eh eh?

As a landlord my answer to the few previous posts is that unless you are a landlord and can speak from experience then you are talking out of your collective arses. The vast majority I know through various association memberships are perfectly sound but you never hear of the good work they do, it's not news worthy. Of course there are bad ones just as there are bad tenants but that's no reason to tar all with the same brush.

The Whitemoor as seen on Tuesday. Still recognisable, despite the changes.

All our bitter-sweet yesterdays, precious, entwine within the march of time. Good shared times Jill.

1963 Plastic windows and murals but little else has changed...except we've all grown up. Front row, 5th from the left is me. 6th from the left is Jane who came along on Tuesday!

I never nitoced.

Exactly as how schools should be PP. I wish that I'd been available for the visit. Where I lived on Bridlington St , it was a toss up between there and Windley. Luckily, I got in at Berridge, which was nearer. From what bits I can remember, my short time there was enjoyable. ( 1954 - 56, in the juniors) Then having passed my 11+, I went to FFGS, which I detested. Thanks Jill for a most enjoyable and inspiring topic. Well done you

Reservations about this. Preferred it as it was 50 years ago. I hadn't been back to this area for 31 years and was astounded by the amount of traffic going over Bobbers Mill Bridge!

Robin Hood is being brought into the 20th century, his bow & arrow will be replaced with an iPhone to give the impression he's taking a selfie.

I knew that was you Jill, even though we’ve never met!

I am indeed, CT. 3rd row back, 4th from the right. For those who weren't able to be there, we have been invited back...because we behaved nicely and thanked everyone for letting us visit. So, there could be another trip!

I reckon we’re possibly about on that day/evening. I’m sure you’d enjoy going to our old school Margie.

My wife owns a real estate agency and is a licensed Broker, she manages property for owners, and I can testify some tenants are worse than pigs. I've given her a hand to "trash out" houses after the tenants were evicted, dog crap in carpets, tons of clothes, bedding etc left behind. We then clean and paint the houses ready for the next pig to rent them. I have always, when I rented, tried to leave the place as good if not better than when it was let to me. When I lived in NSW, we had to pay a "bond", usually a months rent plus cleaning money, on top of one months rent on signing a

Who cares about correct spelling as long as the reader knows what you mean Rog

My wedding photo was taken on those steps of the West Door of St Peters, 44 soon to be 45 years ago. Notice on Jill's photo, how thousands of feet over the years have worn a hollow in the step.

The junior entrance as it was in 1969.

I recall that car park well. The house in the immediate centre was CID until took over by Senior Officers in about 1981. To the right was that most blessed of all places, the canteen.

I choose my friends very carefully these days Plantfit but bad spelling and grammar will always drive me to distraction til the day I die.

This might be of interest. I don't know anything about it, so can't guarantee what might be on offer.

They were both fast asleep when it happened (long walk and bellies full of chicken, good life really). They raised their heads, looked at me and then went back to sleep. Second time they were in back garden and came running in to see what was going on. Borrowed a small tv until I can get a stand, looks like an internet job.

Sitting on this exact spot, facing the stationery cupboard in Mr Parr's classroom, in spring 1969, I sat my 11+ exam.

Through this door...and it's the original, although painted black in my day...I walked with my mum one cold morning early in 1962. I was just 4 years old. The door led to Miss Smith's office and my mum wanted to put my name down to begin school in the November when I'd be 5. Unfortunately for me, there were vacancies and the following week I was at Berridge...almost a year too soon! In this fireplace, now bricked up, burned a roaring coal fire. And, here, pushed into a corner and covered with dross, is Miss Smith's Victorian desk. I

Two Nottm servicemen celebrate Armistice Day in traditional style...Outside Lyons..1918

That's Col, me glasses must want batteries or summat, didn't read it properly....

So my mam said, many, many times...

Same place, the photo is around early 1900s, so closer to those memories than to the present day !

Is there only immigrants that rent these places then? are you afraid to rent to British people because they know their rights unlike the immigrant who relies on the British being honest helpful people that they have been told in their own country before they leave to come to this land of milk and honey and "false promises", my next door neighbour rents from an agency and he has waited six months to have his oven door repaired which was broken when he moved in, I think £625 a month is a fair bit to cough up for a property that is in good order let alone one with a faulty oven door, the one thin

Front row 5th from the left?, cutie.

It's been 30 years this year since I left Oz, but I don't recall anyone asking me my immigration status, they did require my employers address and phone number though, and that would be proof of residential status. I'd like to see illegals this side of the pond denied housing, no government handouts, only emergency medical and make it known that if you enter the US illegally, you will be deported and banned for life from entering the US. One company was fined $60 million last year for constantly breaking immigration laws, they didn't appeal because of their past record. Remove t

Yep! As someone whose brain goes way quicker than my fingers I would be the last person to criticise if you read some of my posts

Your just about correct there Rog, brick stacks don't usually have a smoke band as the contamination doesn't show up as much as on concrete or steel stacks. Plus the design of many brick stacks have what's called a head (the fancy corbelling the sticks out) below the blocking (the straight bit at the top) helps aerodynamicly to prevent the smoke from billowing down, as well as giving stability to the chimney.

And it’s bleddy useless!!

Carni, if you (+ Sue and Lizzie? ) want to go to this, we could probably make it as well .... anyone else? We could meet up somewhere earlier in the day? PM me?

Click on the little down arrow alongside your name at the top right of the screen. Choose “Ignored Users”. Start to type user name to be ignored, select and add. Funny, I’ve just had to do the same!!

That sounds like a good idea Compo? Why no one else though of that?

Roger, it was the boiler house stack for Boots years ago, been up it a few times. It was an easy laddering job as it has LB1s to fix the ladders to. When we went up Eastcroft stack many years ago, Hooleys garage had their new cars stored in the firing line of the 'bitcho ' paint we were using to paint the smoke band. And yes, many cars got splattered!, Furse's insurance had a big hit!!. (Nowt to do with cop shops but the stacks were mentioned).

BeerHeadZ on Nottingham station got to be up there?

Lovely visit to Berridge yesterday and nice to put faces to names. Planning a few things I could talk to the children about and sort out my school photos it made me realise that it was 59 years since I first stepped through that gate. I can hardly believe it. Happy days at Berridge in comparison to the school that followed, Forest Fields Grammar that I grew to loath. Not entirely the schools fault, I will shoulder some of the responsibility but safe to say I hated it. Don't get me wrong, as for Berridge I was glad when it was weekends and holidays but looked forward to school immensely. T

This is the former tuckshop to which PP is referring, on the corner of Oakland Street and Berridge Road. In my day, it was run by Mr and Mrs Merriman. They were probably in their 50s. They sold general grocery items but also sweets and ices. Penny drinks were a favourite or 3d drinks if you were feeling flush. Lovely people the Merrimans. They emigrated to Australia where their son was already living. Someone else bought the shop but it was never the same. It closed long ago. The windows and doors now bricked up. Who ran it in your day, PP?

I am sat here at the keyboard just wondering where to begin. There was so much to take in and I am still pondering, with a touch of emotion, about 'my' Berridge of the 40's and 50's and the Berridge of today. I was there as a senior boy 11-15 y/o and it is now a junior mixed school. This made classroom comparisons a bit difficult and I had to hark back to when I was at the Windley school as a junior 1945/8. As far as the building is concerned it is still the same classic building. 135 years old and with it's new roof looks good enough for another 135 years. The wooden class rooms have gone and

Where's Ben? Can't see he's posted in a week or more. If you're reading, hope you're alright!

I knew I'd seen it somewhere.

Tom Watsons fishing tackle shop was just up the road from there Ian, was that building with the chimney anything to do with heating for the Boots buildings? Rog