Yes I remember Roughlee in what to my young mind was it's prime.The swings, the pony rides and the boating lake where we used to hang bravely over the sides with our jam jars and nets (if we didn't have them with us there was a shop on the premises that could always supply them), the object of our efforts was to take home small minnows which we fed on breadcrumbs and of course they didn't survive for long.
Maybe the open air pool was in fact the small boating lake? We were always told my our mothers " do not fall in it is full of all sorts that can kill you"
Not that we intended on falling in, but planned on keeping dry for the walk on the road to the cross roads where they sold Cece's ice cream through the side window of a cafe to be eaten in the garden across the road before further hike up a hill.
It was always hot and never rained back then, or is that a fond memory
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