No Robert, I think I'd remember if you took me into Broxtowe Woods! I did go in there with the lads on our street, Terry Ashton, Geoff Cousins, Gordon Beresford, to play cowbugs and injuns. Bang bang you're dead [count to ten then you were 'alive' again] I can picture the woods so clearly. The stream alongside the left hands side, which we jumped over to get into the woods. Building dens in the bushes, a natural spring for a drink. At the end of the path were the railway lines, over them and you were in a meadow with masses of wildflowers to pick, and the odd bull to chase you. All built on no