Round the corner was a once beautiful house with the name of Thornham where my Mother was born and I used to like to look up at the window with the cross built under it that was once her nursery.My Grandmother used to tell me stories of the tennis courts set in the front and the stables in the back. Once they sold it the graceful lines had been broken up added on and made into ugly flats.
A little way down the lane the paved road turned into red shale and the world of beauty,imagination and joy began, past Weldings farm and up to the mysterious, beautiful, and quiet land we called the "Delph". wild rhododendrons and a carpet of bluebells as far as the eye could see,just the place to lie and watch the sun twinkle through the trees and feel safe and warm,many a nap taken lying amidst the periwinkle blue flowers.
I tried every year to pick a bunch and race home to put them in a vase, and every year they had withered before I hit the front door. Another attraction of the Delph was a pond where the actual place got it's name the Delph was dark and still and so deep there was no bottom or at least that is what we were told. I never saw anyone fishing or swimming there was never a boat on it, it was rumoured that there were many drownings there but was never proved to me. There it sat,still, and quiet, if there were fish I never saw any, but then I never quite got close enough to the edge to check,it terrified me. many years later when I returned many years later the estate had been sold to the town and was now Shirdley Park and the Delph had been filled in the trees cut down and had become part of the Golf Course, sad but true.
I have more stories and memories of The Park as it used to be but will leave it for another time if anyone reads this and has anything to add let me know.
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