The meadows are a special place for me.
During the time the lads were growing up it was a place we went to a lot, often with the dog and always looking for adventures.
More recently it became a subject for research, because long before it became a nature reserve, a place to tip household rubbish or even before the sewage works, it was farmed as meadowland.
This was a particular form of farming which involved the flooding draining and flooding again of the open land in a specific way and designed to grow “early grass” for feeding to the cattle.
Sometime in the winter of 1978 or '79 I wandered across the stretch from Brookburn Road to the Mersey.
It was a bitterly cold day, more cold than we get these days and the snow stubbornly refused to melt.
I suppose if I checked back using the weather records I could pinpoint the exact year but I won’t.
Location; Chorlton
Picture; the meadows,1978-79 from the collection of Andrew Simpson
More recently it became a subject for research, because long before it became a nature reserve, a place to tip household rubbish or even before the sewage works, it was farmed as meadowland.
This was a particular form of farming which involved the flooding draining and flooding again of the open land in a specific way and designed to grow “early grass” for feeding to the cattle.
It was a bitterly cold day, more cold than we get these days and the snow stubbornly refused to melt.
I suppose if I checked back using the weather records I could pinpoint the exact year but I won’t.
Location; Chorlton
Picture; the meadows,1978-79 from the collection of Andrew Simpson
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