• REGISTER NOW!! Why? Because you can't do much without having been registered!

    At the moment you have limited access to view all discussions - and most importantly, you haven't joined our community. What are you waiting for? Registration is fast, simple and absolutely free so please, join Join Talking Horses here!

Hi

Welcome to the forum! :cheers:

If you have any questions about the functions and features in the forum, I'm the guy to ask. If it's about horses, you'd better ask somebody else :p
 
Cheers Ian - it's a bit in the middle of nowhere but handy for lots of racecourses.
I've always felt it had a timeless idyllic Middle England feel to it - a bit like going back in time every occasion I visited.

And I absolutely loved the racecourse, right down to the rabbit warren that was there at the very lowest point the year I walked the course.
 
Last edited:
When did that ever stop housebuilders?

I was working my way round to that, Generous. There's a chance buyers of such houses could end up buying themselves a whole heap of problems.

I have an acute aversion to houses in areas with a history of flooding. I think the government (regardless of hue) should not allow houses to be built in these areas.

For me, I think it goes back to my younger days. We lived on a hill overlooking a field that, conveniently, held on to water and created a large pond in we weather which often froze over in winter and we had loads of fun on it but knowing all the while that it was very dangerous underneath in terms of the ground being extremely cloying. If your foot sank in that mud you couldn't get out without help and none of the scheme's kids were allowed to play there alone.

When I was in my mid-teens the farmer sold the field for housing. They spent a lot of time draining it and 'stabilising' the ground below. Within a couple of years of the houses going up two blocks had to be torn down because they started sinking and the ground was never rebuilt on.

Ever since then I've been aware of myself taking mental notes of low-lying ground in case builders take it over so that I can avoid the area.

It's criminal how builders are allowed to develop on these areas.

Just along the road from the above location we used to play about in an infill site, mainly gathering wood for bonfire night or looking for old prams/buggies in order to make 'bogeys' (do you call them that down south?) with the wheels, etc.

Once the infilling was finished and the land given time to settle a builder was allowed to build on it, just a row of houses, one of which a cousin of mine bought. Within ten years, she told me, there were several cases of cancer among the residents. I have no doubt the ground was contaminated.

There is a huge development to the west of Paisley and we looked there because the likes of Cala were building. I happened to mention this to my brother and he warned me off it. He worked in the area and said it was notorious for ground contamination due to chemical factories being based there for many decades earlier. We mentioned this to a couple of the builders' reps when we visited the showhomes and were told the area had been 'made completely safe' prior to building. We took this as confirmation of contamination and walked away from involvement.
 
Last edited:
Just along the road from the above location we used to play about in an infill site, mainly gathering wood for bonfire night or looking for old prams/buggies in order to make 'bogeys' (do you call them that down south?) with the wheels, etc.
I've heard of them being called bogeys and boxcarts ... but I'm pretty sure in Derby when I were a lad we called them go-carts.
 
It occasionally comes up on FB re local terminology.

I'm from just north of Clydebank, Mrs O is from the south side of Glasgow.

The first time I referred to our bogeys as "oracles" (nobody has ever clarified the spelling but that's what we called them) she almost shrieked in disbelief and still goes on about it.

Go beyond maybe a mile and a half from 'our bit' and nobody calls them "oracles" and are equally surprised at the term but on FB everybody that lived within that mile and a half radius will insist that they were "oracles".

(This kind of thing fascinates me!)
 
My only real recollection of Towcester is having to traipse through the mud of the car park to get to the entrance. Not a great start when suited and supposedly booted for a hospitality visit.
 
I loved going to Towcester, even more when they moved the stables up. Didn’t love the run down the course when Happy got winded ( even less the bringing him back up when he got up!) but it’s a grand place
 

Recent Blog Posts

Back
Top