Photo-a-Day  (Monday, 20th November, 2017)

Just a glance Maurice, without seeing the title/location, and I knew exactly where that was.
Thanks for the memory.

Beautiful. Walked through here yesterday.

Lovely shot even at this time of year.

Just beautiful lovely colours roll on summer

Its a very well kept tidy wood saying its so close the the big housing estates of Hindley and Ince.

Somewhere away from the 'maddening' crowd! Lovely!

I like Borsdane Wood but wouldn't like to be in there alone....I always feel as if there is a presence, like someone watching me.

The beautiful Borsdane Wood is kept tidy by the efforts of volunteers from Borsdane Friends Group who litter pick on their work party every Thursday morning.

Thank's for the comments,at one time the people of Aspull,Hindley and Westhoughtom paid 1p in the £ in their rates for the upkeep of the wood.

Irene - the keeper used to be Mr Evans. If there is a presence it'll be him.
The keeper's house was white, up the steps, near the third run in - on the left, looking towards Hindley.

Irene the only thing watching you is the birds and the bees...oh and the squirrels.

The keepers cottage is still there Gary,there was also a wood cabin in the wood used by the workers,do you remember the row of cottages at the start of the wood,the end one used to sell pop to us kids.

I have walked through here both with a dog and also alone, but I have never felt threatened or 'spooked' by anything.It's lovely. Now, walking through Haigh Hall plantations alone I'd probably feel quite vulnerable.

Maurice - the pop shop is what I used to call it. I'd forgotten until I saw your post.
I'm pleased the keeper's cottage is still there. Still white, hopefully.
Borsdane is a natural wood and apartt from the path is more or less like what most of this island was like, pre farming and clearance. As a 2/3 year old my Grandad, George Iddon, walked me there every day.

Rosie, I feel "spooked" in Haigh Plantations as well as in the wood. I think it's the "closed-in" feeling generated by the trees, and the silence.

Yes Maurice I do remember the shop, and also the playground across the road on Dickinson Lane, now a small car park.

Hi Garry,the place where we got our pop was at the Hindley end,not the Aspull one,the one I meant was the end house of a row of three or four,they were demolished in the early 50s.

Gary, I agree first glance and Borsdane Wood jumps out. Also agree with Irene, as a kid I thought it spooky. Nice photo all the same, thanks.

Yes Gary I remember it.

Nice one Maurice, one of my favourite walks I often get in there. H.

Maurice,if you go on Places,Borsdane wood there is a photo item #:14164 of the row of houses you mentioned. Gary I think the woods are man made but they sure did a good job

It's probably the darkness as well, Irene.

Garry leech , isn't it funny when we were small we forget many toys we were bought by our grandmas and grandads that were broken, but like you i remember the walks with my grandad through woodlands and fields, lovely memories that stay in our memories better than any toy or game.

Pw,I have seen the photo,it was the mid 1940s when we went first went in on our own,we used to get Stony bait from under stones in the brook and catch quite a lot of Loach,beltin days.

Maurice,what was stony bait? I remember paddling in and catching stone loach with our hands.I agree beltin days for kids not a care in the world.

Iv'e only just read your question Pw,stony bait are Caddis grubs,the grub is inside a tube thingy which it makes out of bits of gravelly stuff,they are found under mainly flat stones in the brook.

Maurice.I remember my dad fishing with them.They looked liked twigs and I could never touch them to use as bait,horrible looking things.

Pw,twigs is the best description of them,when you held the complete thing the grub would appear,the head and legs showing,we just pulled it out and tied it to our fishing line,which was a length of cotton and we didn't have a hook.

Love the photo's on the calendar. Borsdane Wood was close to home.

Herbert Evans was my grandfather. I spent my childhood summers staying at the cottage, days damming the brook and generally doing stuff I was forbidden to do at home. I loved the place.