There is a stream coming off Longridge Fell crossed by a small bridge. I often walk this way. When my two oldest grand children were young this was an ideal spot for a bit of ‘damn building’ and became a favourite of theirs.
This weekend I had staying my youngest grandchild and he was keen to follow suit. His father took a picture of us, then remembered back to previous times and low and behold there on his phone was April 2002.
Uncanny coincidence. Wish I had evidence of visits with my boys when they were that young in the 70s.