Originally Posted by
GrayBlade
I’ve great memories of Graves Park as a lad. Jumpers for goalposts footie on the grass slopes, chatting up the lasses after the park had closed for the night, walking from the Norton end to the London Road exit and back in the dark avoiding the warden, catching the ‘big’ fish on bread and line in the boating lake and transferring them to the tiny fishing pond where I learned how to fish, and the even odd scrap between rival gangs.
Ahh, dem wort days. Kids today don’t know what they’re missing.