Tollerance reminded me of the times we used to slide down the snow covered grass banks on bin bags, freezing cold and soaked to the skin but WOW they were great times.
Favourite downhill run was down the lines in a field on the Darlington bound side, just past the Cattle bridge.
We [usually Dalton Cres mob] would beg steel borrow any fertiliser/bin bag we could find and head off East. Dressed in whatever your playing out clothes were, couple of pair of socks and your fathers wellies oh and if you were posh or had a grannie who could knit a pair of woollen gloves.
Oh yes what fun we had before PC's and game stations were around, kids these days eh, they just divvint na thee born.
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