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Never heard the theory that the name Magpie was derived from not being able to make a pie from them because of their disgusting flavour. In ornithology, the name pie refers to the bird's black and white plumage such as Pied Wagtail, Pied Flycatcher, Magpie, Seapie (old name for an Oystercatcher) etc. I need to get out more.
Yes of course. "Pied" does relate to the black and white colouring. Unless we are talking about the "Pied" Piper of Hamelin, who wore famously bright, multi-coloured clothes. But I suspect that's because he was gay. 😉
 
You're not alone. I think a lot of us have taken bifurcation to new levels during this lockdown. I keep getting phone calls from my Eckington pal telling me about walks he's discovered locally. He's lived there all his life, but he's finding it a constant surprise to discover new routes.

"an' if tha guz darn thear, duz tha know where it brings thi art?" :tumbleweed:

and inevitably I do know where it brings me out, because I spent the best part of 30 years living in that area and know the routes - but even if I didn't, I've got a good sense of direction and could work it out. I don't like to spoil it for him though, so I feign slight amazement when he tells me that if you turn right down the lane before Foxstone Dam it brings you out on Staveley road at Nether Handley.

It's getting a bit much now though, he called me just as I'd pulled up in Waitrose car park the other day, I was just about to join the queue as it was fairly short, then the phone rings and it's my pal. "Heyup...I'm art walking...I've been art since 6 o'clock this morning, I'm just going past, y'know weir t' owd engine house in t' woods is? Just a bit past thear. I discovered another new route t'other day, tha nose if tha guz reight at t' farm at Plumbley, guess where it brings thi art?" Meanwhile another 100 people have now joined the queue at Waitrose. :rolleyes:

You are spoiled for choice around that area though, I have to admit, there are some lovely walks. My childhood was spent, the majority of it, in and amongst Bramley Woods, it was a lovely place to grow up and I still have a lot of affection for it. I'm so glad I grew up in a semi-rural location and not a suburb or the city itself. My favourite walk as a kid was along Levicker Lane, down through the pine woods, over the white iron bridge and on to the Ford, for freshly made ice-cream from the little shop there, or better still, pop and crisps in the beer garden at the Bridge Inn. But there are many other lovely walks spurring off from there. A short climb up the hill towards Ridgeway and the first left down Sloade Lane, takes you on to the little hamlets with names I found quite magical as a child, "Lightwood and Povey". Like summat out of a Rupert Bear annual.

Most of the walks/local beauty spots in that area had charming names given to them when I was a kid. "The wooden hook" (was really meant to be "woody nook" but locals always called it, "The wooden hook" for some reason). "Sandy Bottoms" (a place to paddle and catch bull'eads and stickleback) and "Skelpa". If you've not been t' Skelpa, you've not lived! It's a large dam/fishing lake, situated between Marsh Lane and Troway. Take the footpath from the corner of the car park of the Butcher's Arms pub at Marsh Lane, and walk diagonally in a North West ish direction for about 1.5 miles and you'll discover it.

That area around Cowley/Holmesfield is also very nice, there are some surprising properties in that area and if you haven't already explored it, a trip from there, down to Millthorpe, will allow you to explore more of the delights of the Cordwell Valley.

I'm assuming Norton Aerodrome has been hit hard with this coronavirus thing - not many flights taking off when you were there I bet? I think Apperknowle Aerodrome has also been very quiet of late.

Old Whittington...aye! via Hundall an' all - the scenic route! A walk I've done many times in my youth. From Bole Hill lane to Lightwood, from Lightwood to Middle Handley, from Middle Handley to West Handley, through the woods to Hundall, then up the narrow road in the direction of the TV mast which always looked like a Park Drive plain cigarette sticking out above the trees, and on past "The Poplars" pub, till one came out at...

The Old Revolution House at Old Whittington.
As an estate lad from Gleadless Valley the close proximity of the countryside was always a big draw for me and my mates. Our usual route was to start at Norton Aerodrome and go down Lightwood Lane passing Lightwood, Povey and Hazelhurst farms (I think). At the end of the Lane we would cross the fields and come out somewhere near Ford bottom and the Bridge Inn. Then it was back up the hill to Ridgeway (sometimes we diverted down Sloane Lane), along White Lane to Gleadless Townend then Norton Avenue and home. I can't remember how young we were but certainly under 10. I know it's an old cliche, but we really did go out in the morning and come home hours later when we were hungry and no-one batted an eyelid at this. Strangely, we never ventured beyond Ford ( maybe just to the dam behind the Bridge Inn) so the delights of the walks you mention eluded us.
 
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Well, you know more than you give yourself credit for, that's more or less it!

The Old Revolution House was once an inn, known as the Cock and Pynot. The Pynot is indeed a local term for magpie. Some who are not in the know, pronounce it as "pinnot". This is wrong. The pronunciation is "pie not". And it originates hundreds of years ago as a description for the magpie, one of the few birds that a pie cannot be made from. Well...technically you could, but apparently the magpie has a disgusting taste and is not fit to eat. That's where "pynot" comes from.

Perhaps it's not just about the apparent disgusting taste of the magpie either? The magpie is a bird that is associated very strongly with superstition, so there's something rather dark and sinister about it. Maybe in the olden days there was some fear about doing harm to a magpie because of the superstitions associated with it?

I remember even as a kid, we were a bit fearful of magpies because we believed that they could indicate what sort of day we were going to have. Some kids would even freeze if they saw one on its own and wait until another one came along. Because one magpie alone is very bad luck - it brings sorrow. Whereas two magpies bring joy.

These superstitions probably derive from the old rhyme:

One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten for a bird,
You must not miss
Eleven is worse
Twelve for a dastardly curse


Some folks might think this was just the theme tune to the programme "Magpie" from ITV that rivalled "Blue Peter" back in the 1970's, but the rhyme has deeper origins than that.

One of the earliest incarnations of it goes back several hundred years and is noted as:

One for sorrow,
Two for mirth
Three for a funeral,
Four for birth
Five for heaven
Six for hell
Seven for the devil, his own self


It was said that there was one magpie at the birth of Jesus - an omen of the sorrow that was to follow.

So, the Magpie is indeed the Pynot. And the Pynot is strongly associated with Chesterfield and appears, along with the Cock, on the coat of arms.



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Love the fact that the motto on the coat of arms is also the one thing most people can remember about the town.
 
You're not alone. I think a lot of us have taken bifurcation to new levels during this lockdown. I keep getting phone calls from my Eckington pal telling me about walks he's discovered locally. He's lived there all his life, but he's finding it a constant surprise to discover new routes.

"an' if tha guz darn thear, duz tha know where it brings thi art?" :tumbleweed:

and inevitably I do know where it brings me out, because I spent the best part of 30 years living in that area and know the routes - but even if I didn't, I've got a good sense of direction and could work it out. I don't like to spoil it for him though, so I feign slight amazement when he tells me that if you turn right down the lane before Foxstone Dam it brings you out on Staveley road at Nether Handley.

It's getting a bit much now though, he called me just as I'd pulled up in Waitrose car park the other day, I was just about to join the queue as it was fairly short, then the phone rings and it's my pal. "Heyup...I'm art walking...I've been art since 6 o'clock this morning, I'm just going past, y'know weir t' owd engine house in t' woods is? Just a bit past thear. I discovered another new route t'other day, tha nose if tha guz reight at t' farm at Plumbley, guess where it brings thi art?" Meanwhile another 100 people have now joined the queue at Waitrose. :rolleyes:

You are spoiled for choice around that area though, I have to admit, there are some lovely walks. My childhood was spent, the majority of it, in and amongst Bramley Woods, it was a lovely place to grow up and I still have a lot of affection for it. I'm so glad I grew up in a semi-rural location and not a suburb or the city itself. My favourite walk as a kid was along Levicker Lane, down through the pine woods, over the white iron bridge and on to the Ford, for freshly made ice-cream from the little shop there, or better still, pop and crisps in the beer garden at the Bridge Inn. But there are many other lovely walks spurring off from there. A short climb up the hill towards Ridgeway and the first left down Sloade Lane, takes you on to the little hamlets with names I found quite magical as a child, "Lightwood and Povey". Like summat out of a Rupert Bear annual.

Most of the walks/local beauty spots in that area had charming names given to them when I was a kid. "The wooden hook" (was really meant to be "woody nook" but locals always called it, "The wooden hook" for some reason). "Sandy Bottoms" (a place to paddle and catch bull'eads and stickleback) and "Skelpa". If you've not been t' Skelpa, you've not lived! It's a large dam/fishing lake, situated between Marsh Lane and Troway. Take the footpath from the corner of the car park of the Butcher's Arms pub at Marsh Lane, and walk diagonally in a North West ish direction for about 1.5 miles and you'll discover it.

That area around Cowley/Holmesfield is also very nice, there are some surprising properties in that area and if you haven't already explored it, a trip from there, down to Millthorpe, will allow you to explore more of the delights of the Cordwell Valley.

I'm assuming Norton Aerodrome has been hit hard with this coronavirus thing - not many flights taking off when you were there I bet? I think Apperknowle Aerodrome has also been very quiet of late.

Old Whittington...aye! via Hundall an' all - the scenic route! A walk I've done many times in my youth. From Bole Hill lane to Lightwood, from Lightwood to Middle Handley, from Middle Handley to West Handley, through the woods to Hundall, then up the narrow road in the direction of the TV mast which always looked like a Park Drive plain cigarette sticking out above the trees, and on past "The Poplars" pub, till one came out at...

The Old Revolution House at Old Whittington.
I’d completely forgotten about the little ice cream shop in Ford, thankyou for bringing it back to life for me.
We would walk down Lightwood lane and and cut across the fields to Ford then catch the 99 bus home, happy memories.
 
Always preferred Indian bikes myself
Stayed with a girlfriend in Westbury, Long Island. Train used to go from Penn Station, mid Manhattan and passed Mineola. Got off once to have a look round and visited the Mineola Indian Showroom. Superb and much better looking than Harleys. Loved my Honda Silver Wing. Went all over Europe on it. Just like sitting on a comfy armchair.
 
Well, you know more than you give yourself credit for, that's more or less it!

The Old Revolution House was once an inn, known as the Cock and Pynot. The Pynot is indeed a local term for magpie. Some who are not in the know, pronounce it as "pinnot". This is wrong. The pronunciation is "pie not". And it originates hundreds of years ago as a description for the magpie, one of the few birds that a pie cannot be made from. Well...technically you could, but apparently the magpie has a disgusting taste and is not fit to eat. That's where "pynot" comes from.

Perhaps it's not just about the apparent disgusting taste of the magpie either? The magpie is a bird that is associated very strongly with superstition, so there's something rather dark and sinister about it. Maybe in the olden days there was some fear about doing harm to a magpie because of the superstitions associated with it?

I remember even as a kid, we were a bit fearful of magpies because we believed that they could indicate what sort of day we were going to have. Some kids would even freeze if they saw one on its own and wait until another one came along. Because one magpie alone is very bad luck - it brings sorrow. Whereas two magpies bring joy.

These superstitions probably derive from the old rhyme:

One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten for a bird,
You must not miss
Eleven is worse
Twelve for a dastardly curse


Some folks might think this was just the theme tune to the programme "Magpie" from ITV that rivalled "Blue Peter" back in the 1970's, but the rhyme has deeper origins than that.

One of the earliest incarnations of it goes back several hundred years and is noted as:

One for sorrow,
Two for mirth
Three for a funeral,
Four for birth
Five for heaven
Six for hell
Seven for the devil, his own self


It was said that there was one magpie at the birth of Jesus - an omen of the sorrow that was to follow.

So, the Magpie is indeed the Pynot. And the Pynot is strongly associated with Chesterfield and appears, along with the Cock, on the coat of arms.



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So is A Spire. ;) Ooops didn't realise someone had already commented on this feeble attempt at humour.
 

looks like it or could it be 71/72?

Or 72/73 is that Trevor Hockey on the left?
Photo caption said September 1970.
The below photo was three days before we beat L**ds in August 1971 and you can see that Allan Clarke's hair was much longer than in Sept 1970. So the Blades number 6 on the far left would have been Colin Addison

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Yes, I think you're right - photo says 31 Aug 1963 and T. Wagstaff wasn't playing according to that website.
Interestingly it was Billy Hodgson's last match for us before he was transferred to Leicester City. He was wearing the number 10 shirt in that match. In the next game, Tony Wagstaff wore the number 10 shirt and wore it for most of the season!
 
Interestingly it was Billy Hodgson's last match for us before he was transferred to Leicester City. He was wearing the number 10 shirt in that match. In the next game, Tony Wagstaff wore the number 10 shirt and wore it for most of the season!
Definitely Billy,big favourite of mine,the Scottish Willie Carlin.He scored an awful lot of goals for a small inside forward,he was a great player in a very good blades team.
 
My dad travelled down with my mum to my boarding school to take me and three of my schoolfriends (supporters of Norwich, Hibs and Watford/Arsenal) to Upton Park (yes, 6 in his car, no problem!). A very windy day and just before we got in the ground my dad had to chase after a ticket that was blown off his hand! Woody's equaliser was a goal that "defied science", a 25 yarder against a gale! Dearden got the winner.
 

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