Being forced to play rugby outside, every week, in any weather. And I do mean ANY weather. Snowing? Get out there and play rugby? Horizontal hailstones? Get out there you big jessy!!! Gale force winds. Out you go! And stop moaning
cbmotorsport – we just had to be back before dark, so we’d be away for 10 hrs in the summer.
Indeed. My mum made the statement the other week “I never saw you from when you were 12 onwards” . She didn’t either. We’d just head out on our bikes in the morning, and get back for tea, scoff it down, then go straight out again until it went dark! When I think of the miles we covered. I lived in Warrington and we’d ride to Manchester Airport to watch the planes landing, or out to Delamere forest, and think nothing of it
Nowadays, somebody would probably have social services round