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I had a "If only I'd been there a few moments later I would have missed it!" moment. I'd taken the train from Chamonix to Montenvers to have a look at the mountain called the Dru (I'm a bit of a climbing nut). There is, or rather was, a famous feature called the Bonatti Pillar, which had many famous and historical routes on it. To put it bluntly it fell down while I was looking at it (I didn't touch it!). I posted it on a UK climbing forum, and the British Mountaineering Council contacted me to ask if they could use it in their magazine. Shortly afterwards a Scandinavian outdoor magazine als

Re Billy Connolly - "A'h'll giy'a wot for!!" What was all that about!

There's more! Plantagenet Street. Ford Street St. Mary crossed around about the white building. And Plantagenet Street from the other (Lamartine Street) end. Hope they've been of interest. If anyone else wants current photos of old locations I'll try to oblige (if they're not too far away).

A'hm not verry gud wi this. Ah press button an nowt 'appens! I think I'm trying to load too many photos at once. If you turn left out of 264, a few yards down the road is Robin Hood Chase. This runs right down to St. Ann's Well Road, almost opposite where Ford Street St. Mary was. Y'uh cudda moved wi a barrer! On the other side of Woodborough Road, opposite the Chase, is Corporation Oaks, another bit of greenery in what was a very dense area of terreced housing. And almost opposite 264 was (is) Plowright Street.

Hurrah!!! This is the current 264 Woodborough Road. Might not be in exact position of the old one, but can't be far out as the old properties each side still have their old numbers. Standing outside the front gate looking up towards Mapperley ... ... and down towards Nottingham ... I took a few of the surrounding area too. Robin Hood's Chase, Corporation Oaks etc. If anyone wants me to post them, let me know (now I've sussed it!!)

I'll just try a couple. This is an old one of the St. Ann's clearance. the Cavendish Cinema is the big building centre left. Ford Street St. Mary was opposite. This is the Cavendish today (on the right). Ford Street St. Mary would have gone through the houses opposite

Sorry, been struggling with Photobucket! Kept freezing, and all those ads!!!! Will try to post a few pics via Flickr. Lets see if these post OK! Sorry, not what I was expecting. Back to Photobucket

I believe I saw a Spanish one, once! I've thought about it a lot over the years, wondering whether it was a dream or hallucination (I'm a bit of a cynic by nature) but still tend towards the supernatural. It was all so very vivid and I was scared wide awake - "eyes like chapel 'at-pegs" as Grandma would have said. Have a read. Nerja Ghost.doc

Eyup piannerman, A wer a bit bored earlier on so a went 'aht wi mi camra and took some pikchers. Yer can 'ave em if yer like. I don't know whether you've been back to the area, but it's all completely changed now. I had relatives living around Pym Street, Peas Hill Road and all round that area so I knew it quite well, but it's extremely difficult to work out where all the old streets ran. From the map that Ayupmeducks supplied it seems Ford Street St. Mary's ran from directly opposite the "Cavvo". I've taken photos of 264 Woodborough Road, the old Cavendish showing the stretch of road op

My great-grandad was a sweep by profession, and his rods were handed down to my grandad, who swept his own chimney and those of the neighbours. The soot was piled up in our back garden to be spread out when needed. Me and my mates were into exposives at the time (we had a healthy interest in chemistry although not health and safety) and made our own gunpowder from sulphur, potassium nitrate and charcoal (I think). I remember digging a hole in grandad's soot pile, filling it with homemade powder, laying a Jetex fuse (from Beecrofts) and covering it all up. We lit the fuse and legged it down the

Sure I watched this on the telly within the last few weeks. It was the black and white version with english subtitles for the german actors. Think it might have been on Channel 5, but not sure and it doesn't appear to be on their catch up schedule.

Found it quite recently. A friend was talking about the Pretty Windows murder, what with the 50th anniversary. I Googled it to get an update, and found this! Really love it - the only forum where I feel like contributing, even if only a few words. (Top) hats off to you, Mick! (As you can see from the picture!)

33034 - but you had to say thirty three - oh - thirty four or it didn't work (or so my Grandma told me!)

Like your avatar! I served 5 years there from '63 to '68.

Every Sunday morning my grandma did bacon sandwiches (with the bread dipped in a frying pan of tinned tomatoes) and a pot of tea for the 2 Co-op milkmen who did the deliveries round our way. As a kid I would wake up to the smell of frying bacon and go downstairs to chat to Mac and Alf (and later Joe). Years later after she died I bumped into Mac (still a Coop milkman) who remembered her fondly. I remember they sent a wreath to her funeral. When she sent me to buy anything from the local Coop store she always made me remember her Coop number so she didn't miss out on the divi! I'm 65 now and ca

Wouldn't like to be buried for my family's sake. Can cause lots of guilt unless they are going to visit and tend to the grave for however many years they have left. And what for?? For me ashes sprinkled near a certain bench in Colwick Woods where I spent happy times as a kid, and where me & the missus used to sit when we were courtin' 50 odd years ago.

Thanks folks! Be grateful if you could spread the word anyway you can - Facebook, Twitter, mates whatever. Cheers, what larks!

Eya herd abaht this green waste that the farmers are purrin on thare land? Its alrite if it IS green, burrits full o bleddy rubbish - lead, plastic, bits o glue tubes all sorts o bleddy stuff. I wunt mind but its me thats eatin the spuds, carrots and knobs thats growin in it! Poor owd farmer thinks he's doin us a favour when he's bleddy poisonin us! When I goo aht detecting wi me mates wi can fill a bleddy bucket wi owd metal. Its norron! I reckon them peepull at DEFRA should geraht an do some testin. Its OK sayin theers big fines an wharever, but thiv got to catch th buggers fost! Gerron

Thank you, gentlemen for all of your spiffing information! ... and thank you Michael for your "like". I had a mate when a teenager who looked just like Lord Snooty. He used to run as though somebody had tied his arms to his sides. His efforts in a footy kick-around were a joy to behold!! He was a really great mate, though.

Hope this is in the right forum. Does anyone know anything about a plane crashing in or near Woodborough in WWII? Any gossip passed down from mums, dads, granmas or granddads? There appears to be some anecdotal evidence, but can't find anything official. Ta.

Thankyou Mick! Have just joined up as you know, and am thoroughly enjoying the chat.

My grandma often gave me a clarrup round the tab. If I asked what was for tea she'd say "Skimps!" - "What's them, grandma?", "Bits 'o s*** wi sugar on"

Sorry, meant to ask! Do you come from that area? I went to Hogarth in the 50's and knocked around Hogarth Street, Pym Street etc.

Eyup Terry, Sheila's younger sister Jean was my wife's best friend in the 60's and I knew Jean well. Not so much Sheila and Allan as they were that bit older. Don't know where they are now, BUT Jean had an account on Friends Reunited quite recently. You might be able to find her through that.

I used to live on Cardale Road from the early 50's. As kids we could walk from the old Thorneywood station, under Carlton Road, along the railway towards Sneinton, through the tunnel (now bricked up) and over the bridge on Sneinton Dale (now demolished) into Colwick Woods. The area from Manvers School to the steep embankmemts which backed Linton Rise, Skipton Circus etc. was known as "The Mounts". At one time it had steep clay cliffs which rose from the Manvers school playing fields where I honed my interest in rock climbing (and nearly killed myself!). I was rescued many a time by a much olde