DJ360 6,398 Posted November 8, 2016 Report Share Posted November 8, 2016 In this case I'm thinking of Bulwell Common and the finer details of how it has changed in my lifetime. I drive past it pretty much everytime I'm home in Nottingham, but my how it has changed. The area from the Bestwood Estate End and as far as the Golf Club has always, in my lifetime, been pretty much a grassed area for Football and general recreation but there were no trees back in the 1950s. Now it seems to be lined with Birch trees and barricaded by large lumps of rock, no doubt to stop unwanted vehicles from accessing it. When we were kids we often played football or cricket on there, or we would just lounge on the low bank which dropped down from road level to the playing field proper. Many years ago I found one of those silver ID bracelets there. It had the name and address of someone from Hucknall on it. Some time later, when I could scrounge up a bit of paper, an envelope and the cost of a stamp, I posted it to its owner, hoping he still lived at the same address. Some weeks later as I recall, I received a 'thank you' note, and a Postal Order for three shillings, as a reward. Three shillings was a lot to me in the 1950s, but I was more intrigued by the process and the mystery. Who was the owner? How did he lose the bracelet? Even then, as a pre-adolescent youngster, I speculated on that very thing. Was it lost during a lover's 'clinch', or just flung off his wrist during football? I'll never know. Even more interesting is the golf course itself. Way back, it was proper old Heathland. That wiry grass and odd Gorse thickets. No trees. Alongside the Hucknall Road there were exposed sandstone 'banks'. As you headed up from the Moorbridge end, there was an open, steep, sandy bank extending for much of the width of the course twixt Hucknall Road and the Great Central Railway on the other side. It was always a challenge to us kids, to run up the crumbling sandy bank and over onto solid ground. I doubt I could have articulated it back then, but there was an odd contrast between the almost primeval heathland, and the velvet civilisation of the golf greens, each with their pure white painted cast iron hole marker and their precise edge trimmed hole. There were no fences then. Maybe a few cars an hour during the week and perhaps one an hour on Sundays. We'd watch for balls bouncing across the road and eagerly return them to the nearest golfer in the hope of a reward. Sixpence seemed to be the going rate, but a muttered "Ta Miduck" was equally common. Back to the Heathland. To many people I suppose it seems pretty ordinary, but it is a fascinating and rapidly disappearing environment. Little flowers we called 'Egg and Bacon', probably Bird's Foot Trefoil. Wild Pansies and Violets. Lots of Skylark's nests, on the ground in the grass, right in the open. I don't suppose their instincts pointed to heavy footfall.. Grasshoppers, Burnet Moths, Common Lizards.. All gone I suspect. Progress. 6 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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