When we was kids, we used to go out up the railway line picking blackberries.  We used to wait for the train to go, then nip along the line. You couldn’t get off the track very well, it was a bit more wired up to what it is now.  You used to have to make a good bit of a dash for it from Barnsfield Creek up to where the next lot of trees were – we used to call it Furze Break because it was all brambles on the right hand side.  We used to pick loads of blackberries up there.  I’ve even known my mother walk up there and pick them with us. Phil Kelsey b 1920