I remember playing in Blackie's Wood when I was a kid. We used to go as a gang and build camps in there. We'd climb trees and find birds' nests. I would also go there to walk the family dog, but the wood has a strange atmosphere. It's actually pretty big and there are places that I would go that I was sure no one else had gone for a long time.
One of my favourite places was a bend in a small stream. There was a shingle bank in the water where I would sit and watch the minnows and sticklebacks. Occasionally I would ventured deeper to Lindow Pool to find tadpoles and bring them home in a bucket.
They say that a man was drowned in Lindow Pool and that his spirit still haunts it. Len and Geoff Parks go thereabouts fishing for eels at night I know, but no one else in the town would dare venture up there in the woods after nightfall. The spirits of old things are there. And strange people go there to find them.
The photos I have taken show it at its most friendly, but it doesn't always feel as welcoming.
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