OneGuyFromBarlick

Never having a car, I can remember my dad bringing one home from work whenever he had a lot of shifting too and fro to the allotment down Havre Park when building his huts and greenhouses.

Stanley wrote:Can anyone remember when hand carts were a common sight on our streets?.

I can remember my dad borrowing one from a window cleaner to move a gas cooker. This would have been around 1964, I was 3 years old and followed along on my tricycle.

Morning Kev. I've just noticed your signature... that about sums it up.
Carts, there was a big demand for hand and two wheeled horse carts. Crooks at Hey Farm were long established wheelwrights and cart makers. Ouzledale was a saw mill before it became a foundry and they made carts as well. Harry Horsfield once told me that his grandfather who farmed at Higher Green Hill Farm Salterforth made carts in winter. They were all painted with 'cart paint' which was matt and a light pink. I think it was a lead oxide.

Stanley wrote:Morning Kev. I've just noticed your signature... that about sums it up.

I've come to the conclusion that I can't do anything about it...

Courage Mon Brave! Who knows, something good might come out of the chaos around us. I'm old enough to remember how low we were in 1943 but in the end some of the best things that have happened in my lifetime came about. What we have to do now is try to protect what we gained.

Pink and red paints sometimes contained bauxite or haematite. Kev's mention of a tricycle reminded me of how I learnt as a young child that it wasn't sensible to try and ride one up a set of steps - it turned over backwards and I got a very sore head!

'You've been framed' material.....

I once got lead poisoning when I was cleaning a rusty wrought iron gate with an angle grinder. I went slightly potty for about 24 hours.....

Stanley wrote:I once got lead poisoning ... I went slightly potty for about 24 hours.....

Did you hear about the man who used to sleep under his bed? He was a little potty.

Not you Stanley, I hope?

Definitely not P....
The use of the jerry during the night seems incomprehensible to the young these days but they have never experienced the joys of the walk out to the outside toilet on an icy night.... In Minnesota where very cold temperatures are common it was the usual practice to keep the toilet seat indoors and take it with you if you had to go....

I watched the first of the BBC programmes where they took a family back to the 1950s... The family were completely lost, didn't even know how to use a tin opener. It made me realise how old I am! Everything was perfectly normal as far as I was concerned!

One of the elements of the back to the 50s programme was that the family had an allotment. When I was researching the LTP everyone had hens, a pig or a 'pen'.

We were fortunate enough to find a man who had been brought up in our house when it was still a small country cottage in the 1930s. He came to visit the house and told us how it was laid out then. When we got to the dining room he said "Ah, this was the pig sty!". He also showed us were there had been a well and explained how the floors were all stone flagged except the hallway with was laid with brick. The back bedrooms had been where his father, a wheelwright, worked and kept wagons and there had been a big boiler in there too.

Tizer wrote:We were fortunate enough to find a man who had been brought up in our house when it was still a small country cottage in the 1930s. He came to visit the house and told us how it was laid out then. When we got to the dining room he said "Ah, this was the pig sty!". He also showed us were there had been a well and explained how the floors were all stone flagged except the hallway with was laid with brick. The back bedrooms had been where his father, a wheelwright, worked and kept wagons and there had been a big boiler in there too.

I wonder if you could acquire any photos of the house throughout its history. Perhaps there is more chance some would be available if it was a wheelwrights business. It must have been interesting for both of you to meet like this and see how the property had developed.

That's a coincidence Tiz, Hey farm was a wheelwright's shop as well....

This is the only old photo of our house that we've been able to obtain, taken in the 1930s, and it came from the man who is shown in the photo. They did a good vegetable garden then! The part with the lower roof, on the left of the photo, was a workshop where they made spars.

Telegraph pole? Or did they get leccy quite early.....

Telegraph pole I suspect. He couldn't remember. The roof of the pig sty can just be seen at the left hand end of the house.

As I was rubbing my knee with old fashioned white embrocation yesterday I remembered Dr Sloan's Liniment, Powerful stuff but did the job. Does anyone remember Lintox for dogs?

Talking of pigs, they still feed their food waste to pigs in Tenerife. Here's a photo taken by Mrs Tiz on a geology trip there. The photo is taken from the cafe on the cliff, showing the waste food being fed to the pigs lower down the cliff. Also hens and other birds are being fed. I bet the sausages and chicken are good at the cafe!


On the same trip, a photo of a bridge in a lava flow on a coast road. A short tunnel has been driven through the lava flow, an arch made from concrete and then lava blocks used to fill the gaps between arch and lava flow.

Reminds me of Concrete Bob on the West Highland Line.....

I am reminded over the last few days of our wartime diet. I seem to have reverted to it! Plain food, small helpings, careful conservation of left-overs... All I can say is that it worked for us then and it's working for me now! As I came out of the supermarket the other day with my milk and my luxury purchase of two small pieces of fish I reflected that the shelves groaning with everything you can think of that I was passing were completely superfluous, we don't need them and in many cases they are bad for us. Is this progress?

I saw something the other day where a supermarket was boasting that it was adding 300 new `lines' to its shelves. From the account it seemed this was a common occurrence rather than a rarity.

I think the pub is called The Hill Top and it’s on the road from Ingleton to RibbleHead. The pork there is very good – their rare breed pigs are in their pen right across the road. They were extremely animated when we popped over to have a ‘chat’ with them after our meal last year.

I’ve always said that if I had the space I would have a pig, destined eventually for the pot of course, but given the best life imaginable prior.

Richard Broughton

It is indeed the Hill Inn Richard. Placed where it is between the second and third mountain it can either be a place for a light refreshment or the total demise of the hopes of those attempting "The Three Peaks". Personally although partial to the odd pint I have been able to resist it's charms each time I have done the hike.