| "Receiving The Barwickers does, however, strike up fond memories of my formative, youthful years in Scholes. Then a truly rural village. with working farms. Very much alive and bustling with two cricket clubs, football, local golf club, tennis and whist drives and dances in the well-used village hall. A resident (no nonsense) village constable. Sunday afternoons, a time for people to parade along Main Street and Station Road in their Sunday best, exchanging greetings and local gossip. Rakehill Road/Lane, a riot of colour in summer time, displaying wild roses, may flower etc. tall foxgloves and other wild flowers aplenty. Skylarks strutting their songs high above the adjoining fields - Idyllic!" |