TAKE A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE

Dont we both mate.
Terry there are some here that have not heard about your surveying days in the remote parts of our great land. I'd too like to hear them again.
30 years later I'm trying again to kill off that buffalo grass
When we moved to Menai 30 years ago our lawn was practically all couch which I disliked , but rather than kill it or pull it up I kept it. Over the years I have added patches of buffalo which I consider the more robust grass, greener and looks more presentable. Today my front and back lawns are all buffalo, well almost all, but as you know Terry couch is a tuff grass and it keeps trying to infiltrate. I regard it now as a weed and pull up the runners by hand. So mate we have been doing the opposite with our lawns for past three decades.
 
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I have a memory that I can share.😎
I remember playing with my siblings in a pile of sand that had been abandoned by some careless workmen near a building site. After a while I got bored and went for a wonder, I didn,'t get far though as I stepped onto a damaged flagstone and dropped down into a hole about 10ft deep. Apparently the careless workmen had used the damaged flagstone to cover up the hole. My siblings rescued me :thumbsu:
 
I have a memory that I can share.😎
I remember playing with my siblings in a pile of sand that had been abandoned by some careless workmen near a building site. After a while I got bored and went for a wonder, I didn,'t get far though as I stepped onto a damaged flagstone and dropped down into a hole about 10ft deep. Apparently the careless workmen had used the damaged flagstone to cover up the hole. My siblings rescued me :thumbsu:
Gee, were you hurt Jessica? Thank goodness you were able to be rescued.
Slack workmen. I hope they've improved safety wise in the UK.

In Australia nowadays there''s safety work signs everywhere, even when no work is happening. 🤨
 
I have a memory that I can share.😎
I remember playing with my siblings in a pile of sand that had been abandoned by some careless workmen near a building site. After a while I got bored and went for a wonder, I didn,'t get far though as I stepped onto a damaged flagstone and dropped down into a hole about 10ft deep. Apparently the careless workmen had used the damaged flagstone to cover up the hole. My siblings rescued me :thumbsu:
Must have been scary Jessica. Just as well your siblings were there and you were not alone. Reminds me of my big brother showing off to his mates by climbing down a telegraph pole hole and getting himself stuck. His mates left him there as he screamed and begged and then after a suitable time pulled him to safety. My big brother never did anything so stupid again.🤪
 
Must have been scary Jessica. Just as well your siblings were there and you were not alone. Reminds me of my big brother showing off to his mates by climbing down a telegraph pole hole and getting himself stuck. His mates left him there as he screamed and begged and then after a suitable time pulled him to safety. My big brother never did anything so stupid again.🤪
Seems I have somethings in common with your big brother Craig!🤪
 
Gee, were you hurt Jessica? Thank goodness you were able to be rescued.
Slack workmen. I hope they've improved safety wise in the UK.

In Australia nowadays there''s safety work signs everywhere, even when no work is happening. 🤨
I scraped my hands on the inside of the manhole as I was falling, very lucky I didn't break any bones! I remember though I was scared to go asleep for a while afterwards, maybe it affected me mentally for a while.
 
You too did dumb things like this Terry. I have some stories about some mischievous things he did and when I was of age, that he involved me.🤪
I'm not sure if I was an undiagnosed ADHD/OCD sort of kid Craig but looking back I wonder how I survived after so many mishaps and blunders. I reckon I had a hard working guardian angel.🧚‍♀️
I'm more laid back nowadays, most of the time. 🙄
 
I also got up to lots of mischief as a child. I remember once when me and my friend found a discarded charity box, the type that charity beggars rattle in your face 😆 we did just that with it, went around rattling it at people, very surprised as we got quite a bit of spare change from it! 😂
 
I also got up to lots of mischief as a child. I remember once when me and my friend found a discarded charity box, the type that charity beggars rattle in your face 😆 we did just that with it, went around rattling it at people, very surprised as we got quite a bit of spare change from it! 😂
You imps. If you did appeal to the generous then they must've taken you as poor or even homeless Jessica. Were you poor given to wearing worn, scruffy clothes.😞
 
I did say my brother was always mischievous too. One such prank was he'd wait for the local baker and dairy to make their daily deliveries in our street then he'd order me to watch out while he'd remove the innards of the bread and drink a couple of mouth fulls of milk, replace it with tap water and return both items. Then he'd run off giggling. 😆His luck did not last as he was spotted one day and copped a tongue lashing before my father was informed who then took the strap to him.😢
 
Do elaborate Terry.
I was a mad climber as a lad Craig. Rooftops, girders on big Gas tanks, stealing lead for fishing weights, ...

Later in my late teens I was always having accidents on my first motorbikes, falling off at speed, playing Cowboys and Indians with mates I hit a median strip and tumbled with bike into the 2 lanes on the opposite side into oncoming traffic without a scratch to me but bent my handlebars, ... 😕

Perhaps the craziest thing was dodging giant waves crashing over the harbours lighthouse in my Irish seaside town of Donaghadee.
This is it with calm waters.
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This is it as a storm was picking up:
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With big storms the waves would break right over the top of the lighthouse. The game my friend and I played, aged ~ 13, was to time the waves and run like blazes to the recessed door of the lighthouse and hang onto the door knob as the water flowed about our legs. My friend once mistimed his run and nearly got washed off the pier, saved only by grabbing onto rails at the edge!

Then there was the early boozing and smoking given I grew up in a pub, 'The Old Pier Inn'. I always put the money in the till though. After all I was God fearing Alter boy! Very different times indeed.
 
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Billy cart racing was all the rage when I was a kid home from boarding school. Made from a wooden fruit box, old pram wheels with a rope to steer, I and several local kids used to race down streets in our home town of Engadine. All too often I'd tip over and take skin off and Mum would patch me so I could do it again next weekend. She called me a scallywag.
 
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Billy cart racing was all the rage when I was a kid home from boarding school. Made from a wooden fruit box, old pram wheels with a rope to steer, I and several local kids used to race down a local street in our home town of Engadine. I won my fair share of races but occasionally I'd tip over and take skin off and Mum would patch me so I could do it again next weekend. She called me a scallywag.
We only heard of it but couldn't do the same since it was all flat where we lived. Not the slightest hill wherever we'd go.
 
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Is this the pub where you grew up Terry.
No, that's not it Craig. Good try. I feel like I recognise your pic but there were many pubs in my town.
I searched for a hard copy pic I know I have somewhere but couldn't find it. Here's a few poor pictures of it I found on line. It's be over 400 years old now had it not been demolished 2 Decades ago for ticky-tacky units. 😮‍💨

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Looking at the photo below, you can just see a skylight window on the top left corner on the pic. A small roof window. That was my bedroom's window. 🙂
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