- Paul Birtwhistle
I moved to Scriven with my family when I was 12 years-old. Once we had settled into our new home, I was, of course, desperate to explore. Walking up to the top of Park Avenue I often wondered what was behind the massive stone walls and old wooden gates. The curiosity got the better of me and my old mate Charlie and I decided to discover its secrets.
We scrambled up the wall and sat on the top. It looked like Jurassic Park to us with the biggest cattle you would see anywhere, and all those old oak trees all snarly and interesting. The pond was full of tadpoles and newts. It was a lads’ playground for sure. I can still hear to this day the cattle herdsman shouting: “Can’t you bloody read that its private land? The bloody bull will have you if I don’t get you two first. Get off! Clear Off!” Luckily we could run faster than him.
Little did I know, that forty years later, I would be part of the HBC parks’ team to get the park ready for the community by clearing and creating pathways. We have so much to thank Miss Jacob Smith for.
Photos courtesy of Paul.