Hello Newbie Brummie, I'm assuming you lived on Cadic or Bowman Road? I remember that pathway well, in winter when it got dark early we used to dare each other to see how far up the pathway we would get before running back down with fright. We lived close to the gully you mention and we could spend the best part of a day just wondering up and down the various gully's around Turnberry Road. We also collected bull rushes each year and took them round the houses selling them to house proud housewives at a couple of bob a dozen, also went on regular hunts to find discarded pop bottles as we got threepence each on returning them to the sweetshop. Looking back we were very smart when it came to improving our financial status! We tried to put all our little earners in the firework or Christmas club at the sweetshop so we were able to pay for our own pleasures and entertainment from a very young age. I also recall the Saturday morning matinee at the Beacon cinema at the Scott Arms which showed mainly western films but we never got bored watching them. We spent a lot of time looking for pram wheels and wood to make our trollies, then we would cruise the streets with one of us sat on it steering and another pushing from behind and jumping on the back as it picked up speed. Do you remember Smokey Joe the eccentric road sweeper who swept the gutters of Turnberry Road wearing a top hat and tails? He had dark skin, mainly from the dust and grim of his work and also shoulder length black hair, what a wonderfull sight! We used to wait for him coming up the road and then accompany him along the way as he told uss marvelous tales about his life. Looking back they must have been just tales.......but you never know! What about the hazardous past-time of 'scrumping' where you spent some time travelling round looking for apple trees in gardens and then deciding if they were 'eaters' or 'cookers' . Then if the apples seemed acceptable to us there would be a conflab about who was going to be lookouts and who was going to go in and get the apples. If the householder saw us and came out we would split up run off, meeting back up at a previously agreed spot to share the booty. Of course this would be seen as criminal now, but in those days it was an accepted danger for anyone who decided to have an apple tree in their garden and householders were accordinly vigilant! I have lovely memories of Great Barr though I no longer live there.