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Thanks Jean you are very kind, did you see my short story 'Doreen' posted in the story/poem section? I took your advice and sent some work to the site. Took me some time to sort it out but what can you expect from an old bloke. Wouldn't mind a photo of the Four Oaks Gate with me standing there...

Thanks Alf, much appreciated. Regards, David.

What a lovely poem that is, thanks and regards, David.

Thanks for the walk around Bracebridge, memories memories. We used to swim to the island from the end of the forty bridges side, in the late forties. I used to underwater dive in Darwin, Australia, for many years but the sharks there didn'y worry me half as much as those pike. Regards, David.

‘Doreen’ David Weaver © It was the loneliest Christmas imaginable, and my mother said that it would be much better by next year, but this was now and she didn’t understand. When I asked Doreen to marry me I really meant it, and even though she’d told me to drop dead I knew it wouldn’t take long...

John I've just read this and can only say it's the writers lot I'm afraid, but never stop because we are the true history and it must never be forgotten. I sat on my father's shoulders in Alrewas, the other side of Litchfield, and watched Coventry burn just a an orange glow on the far horizon...

Thank you for your time in reading my work, I'm sorting out my short stories and poetry before I take off on my last great adventure. May your heads be wise, may your mouths be full, may your hearts be happy. David Weaver, Australia, son of a coalman in Aston who spent many hours in an Anderson...

‘Remember the time’ David Weaver © It must be sixty years or more, since carving your name on the tree. There’s no doubting you were lovely, all that smiling meant for me. Remember walking along that path, when I carved the name of my lover. With a heart, an arrow and a message, promises of...

‘The Valley of the Whistling Wind’ David Weaver © When you walk through ‘The valley of the whistling wind’, in the rock carve the face of a lover. Feel the fresh breeze from a land faraway, and remember the love for another. The sun shines harsh off the granite peaks, at the ridge beware the...

How's this for comment please. Didn't know where else to send it. ‘The Valley of the Whistling Wind’ David Weaver © When you walk through ‘The valley of the whistling wind’, in the rock carve the face of a lover. Feel the fresh breeze from a land faraway, and remember the love for another...

Thanks Dave, it's nice to walk old pathways whilst looking out of my window watching the honeyeaters feasting on a native bush, and the spring blossom on the plum trees. Best of both worlds eh? David.

Great to see the park again and so recent too. Regards, David

Reading oldmohawks tale of woe makes me realise why I never built model planes. Wasn't rich enough but it does raise one question there must be thousands of lost planes lying in the woods of Sutton Park and elsewhere, does any one ever find any?

Interesting Baron, when we left Aston we moved to Mere Green but no car track in those days. Banners Gate was one I infrequently used so I can't visualise it like Sutton, Four Oaks Streely and Boldmere so would have missed the planes anyway on my last sabatical down memory lane. Regards, David

Memories long forgotten are coming back to haunt me/ My uncle Jim built a model aeroplane in Gladstone Street before the war and launched it from that hill Baron. Took four weeks to build it and about half a minute for the wind and a lump of wound elastic to take it to the villa ground which...

I spent a lovely evening on the little island at Bracebridge Billabong and I aint talking either. Thanks for the reminder. Regards, david.

Wendy what a great way to start the the day with a good laugh. I can just see the panic in the lifeboat as it headed down the beach. Great story and made me wonder if it's written down in the family history because it should be. Regards, David.

Thanks Miriam, the photo's reminded me of my happy times in the park. It's strange really, I thought I owned it in those days and Robin Hood in a boys skin had many an adventure and not a few near one's in the swamps and bogs around Blackroot and Bracebridge. So many good times, so many hours...

Hello young Jean, a mate of mine was kiled by a cow in Darwin, he choked on a TBone Steak. When you're at Sutton Park the next time take out a rowing boat on Blackroot Billabong and when you're in the middle listen very carefully, you'll hear a young tenor voice singing to a girl holding an oak...

Nothing wrong with a few cows, Jean, it's the bulls that get a bit stroppy. I used to use the Four Oaks gate and go in through the Gum Slade. Best oaks inthe world there. Can't help with the camera I'm afraid wouldn't know where to start. Regards David