Dad had a workshop at Springwell, building boats, we spent many good times there and often had 'belling pie' There was lots of wildlife there and a bird used to visit Dad in the loo Dad had a not so good time there once when he had acid thrown at him, but always quick thinking he managed to cover his face in snow The good times there definately outweighed the bad and although it is a derelict site I sometimes go there, I went today and planted some daffodils and wrote a message in worry chalk