Photo-a-Day (Friday, 2nd June, 2017)
A seat in the country
Photo: David Long (Sony SLT-A65V)
Nature at its best..lovely shot..thank you David.
Lovely. I bet it's cool and shady on a hot day. The picture would make a very difficult jigsaw!
It's nice to see this photo, I was born and raised in Shevington and these woods were our playground.
It is a lovely wood, but nature is being spoiled by these hooligan motor bikers who come into the woods from the Beech Hill council estate.
Great photo, very peaceful and calming. That is if you can believe a hooligan that grew up on the Beech Hill council estate.
Dont put yourself down Derek, I believe you, thats why you have jumped up and took offense at the mention of where you grew up.
You have to remember when you and me was growing up we was nothing to them who are growing up on council estates these days.
Mick,I bet those Council House tenants have a better command of English than you have.
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep"
This is a lovely picture; thank you.
Ann; I agree with you one hundred percent!
I have noticed that the youngsters whose exploits appear in The Album, careering around Skitters Woods in Ashton, received no negative comments from anyone here... while their present-day equivalents from Beech Hill seem to be seen in a very different light....
Rev in those days Wigan was a dump with no wildlife, now we have some nice places that are made even nicer by the hard work of volunteers only for it to be destroyed by hooligans.
Ann you are correct, but I bet they cant speak Malay and Chinese
Wigan 'a dump'? I've been reading here for years now that that the Wigan of yesteryear was a kind of paradise on earth..., ruined by The Council. I'm confused.
Mick,whoever wants to speak Malay and Chinese..not me anyway..like I said a command of the English language is what you need ..not Malayan or Chinese.
Ann its to late for me to start bothering now,and Malay and Chinese come in handy when Im traveling out to the far east. and its all down to me being a year younger that the other kids when I started school, and my teachers being owd nasty nuns who would thump you if you missed church.
Rev in mill dam wood there was a big noisy fan that extracted stale air from the John Pit, it was close to the nice cottage.
Crooke was black with coal dust and was the only place in Wigan that men went to the pub on a Saturday night all wearing grey shirts
I was talking to a visitor once who had come up into the Northwoods, she said " how do you stand all this green everywhere, it would drive me nuts, have to get back to Detroit asap!"
Good point, Rev.
Mick, it's never too late to learn something every day!