I have very happy memories of Hag Fold and going up the rucks picking
bluebells in the woods and being chased by a farmer up there. We used
to slide down the big rucks on a bit of corrugated tin. Before all the
houses were built under the bridge when it was only spa and everest
road we used to walk through the field to daisy hill park. My mam used
to make butties we had pop from milners shop and made a day of it.
I dont think we ever met any dodgy folk or felt threatened by anyone.
Hag fold in the 50s was a place to behold.