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Giants Hall Pit
Giants Hall Pit
Photo: Graham
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Item #: 27403
The chimney at Giants Hall Pit near Beech Hill estate being demolished in November 1972. The pit had closed in January 1961.....To the left can be seen the white Speckled Holly cottage in Standish Wood Lane which as youngsters we called Sandy Pad.

Comment by: G .W. on 8th January 2016 at 20:34

Amazing shot Graham. A moment caught in time. Wondering about the Giants hall reference . Was there once a manor or such near here?

Comment by: Mick on 8th January 2016 at 22:58

GW there still is a Giants Hall on Standish Wood lane

Comment by: Jonno on 9th January 2016 at 01:05

That's a cracking photo Graham, spot on. I know Speckled Holly, walked past it many times, but not sure about Giants Hall.

Comment by: G .W. on 9th January 2016 at 01:28

Still on the map.Cheers Mick. This be one of your Giants "vast and trunkless legs of stone"a'comin'down, Ozymandias.

Comment by: Ozymandias. on 10th January 2016 at 13:22

' Nothing beside remains : round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

Comment by: Vb on 10th January 2016 at 16:04

You haven't credited the poet Ozy I would like to know who it is please.

Comment by: Ozymandias. on 10th January 2016 at 16:53

How remiss of me, apologies veebee. Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 - 1822 he died at the age of 29, poor sod. Don't forget to check out Horace Smith's version, as quoted in part by the reverend David Long. I can not for the life of me decide which version I prefer. Check 'em both out. It's all about learning. Is it not?

Comment by: G .W. on 11th January 2016 at 04:58

Your image has created some poetic banter Graham. I wonder if Smith or Shelley ever wandered down Standish Wood Lane["Holding the wolf in chase"]...Learning???..I just like muckin' around Ozzy.

Comment by: St.Wilf on 11th January 2016 at 15:50

"The world`s decay where the
wind`s hands have passed,
And my head, worn out with love,
at rest
In my hands,and my hands full
of dust.

Comment by: Geoff Carter on 27th June 2018 at 22:11

Well I don't remember my father,other relatives and neighbours, their clogs clattering down Acacia Cresent on their way home,discussing the juxtaposition of under lying metaphors within victorian poetry. How times change eh.

Comment by: Mary Edith Moran on 10th February 2021 at 22:34

My Dad who worked there said two giants fought there and there's a boulder with huge fingerprints that can be seen nearbu

Comment by: Sarah Wildbore-Ormiston on 17th May 2021 at 06:36

Mary Edith Moran you didn't have a relative Kathleen did you?
Who was your Dad please? I can be contacted on sarahwwildbore@gmail.com many thanks. Sarah x

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