max midas wrote:kelvink wrote:I'm about as far South as you can get on this island but I'm no Southern Softie (parents are geordies and I grew up walking up the likes of Honister and Kirkstone Passes in my wellies as a lad! Not to mention Striding Edge)
'We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife'
Aye, but if you told the kids of today that, they'd never believe you..........