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Hello Big Gee, I'm now an Australian and what's more really looking forward to giving you a thrashing with 'The Ashes' . Kindest thoughts to everyone in my old lovely country, but now I also have a second love full of parrots, kangaroos and people held dear. Thanks for taking the time to write...

Dear Jean, on the day I left England I walked across there with the girl in my life, promising eternal love and I'd write every day. I honestly hope she had a happy life, for things seemed to move pretty fast after that. Memories, memories and many thanks. Small world though eh, and do you...

Thanks Alf, good stuff for the collection, you never know the grand kids might even read it all eventually. Can't say we didn't try though can they?

Remember that long skiff Wendy, one wrong lean and you were in the water. Regards, David.

Thanks again Dave did you know of the gravel mounds and what they were used for? Regards, David.

Thanks again Jean for your help, great fun eh?

Thanks for the map Dave, here I am sitting twenty miles from the bushfire damage and at the same time visiting Sutton Park. Echo Hill, according to the map, is half way between Blackroot Pool and the Gumslade where I spent mant happy hours playing you name it we played it. The was an old gravel...

No Jean that's not Echoe Hill, the hill I'm talking about is the other side of the railway bridge towards the Four Oaks Gate. We used to cycle from Blackroot Pool towards the railway line bear left along a gravel path towards a tunnel through towards the road behind the big houses of Hartopp...

Thanks young Len, much food for thought and sadness aplenty. Many things remain hidden until you start digging into the past. Kind regards, David Weaver

If its the Vyse Street at the bottom of Gladstone Street where I lived my brother in England may have some ideas. I'll write and ask him. David

I used to ride a sledge down Echo Hill this side of the railway line on the way to Blackroot Pool from the Four Oaks Gate. If you get along that way wouldn't mind a snap for old times sake thanks. Regards< David.

Thank you will follow the thread. Regards, David.

Sorry about that just an old man remembering times long gone, you get like that when you turn a hundred and fifty, as you'll find out eventually. I'm writing a story about Sutton Park and wondered what year was the Scout Jamboree.

I'll have two just for you. Do they still box at your Aston Pub, boxed there once and had a good hiding by a little old bloke called Hodder who was the trainer. Regards, David.

Remember the paddle boats at Blackroot Pool the kids paddling walk past Blackroot towards Sutton Town Gate and the Meadow Platt nearby. An Aston kid found Sutton Park was a wonderland from a bomb frightened life. Great stuff to think about as the parrots fly overhead on the way to the billabong...

Banners gate up to your knees in snow, trying to get a kiss is very cold indeed but oh the memories so sweet. Regards, David.

Old Aussie bloke still crying. Thanks Regards David

I hear tell it's now a shambles according to my family. It was a lovely little place pre-war and I went to Hill Boys School during and just after the war. Many happy memories in the now Australian brain box but sad to hear it's gone down hill. Kind regards, David.

Holt Road I was born just around the corner in Gladstone Street Regards, David.

I was sitting in my tomato patch last night and a stupid parrot started kicking up a fuss in a nearbye gum tree.Banners Gate, Banners Gate it cackled. Ah the times I whizzed along Monmouth Drive on the BSA Golden Flash from my job in Boldmere to home in Mere Green. Longmore Pool was a happy...