When we were nippers my best mate and I had our own field to sledge in.
It was in a very long and steep field and because of this was a popular area for sledging. Each winter snow was pretty much guaranteed as it was 1/2 way up the road inbetween Macclesfield and Buxton. Inevitably each year people from the towns would start turning up and without permission from the farmer start clambering over his walls and encroaching on OUR field.

"This field is private, It's just for us." we'd tell everyone.

"Says who?" I recall one particularly arrogant father asking us as he lifted each of his brood over the wall into our field.

"Him!" I said pointing at Jim the farmer, as he emerged from his farmhouse with a double-barrelled shotgun cracked over his arm.

I've never seen someone throw their children back over a wall so quickly in my life before.

I think Jim did let people sledge in OUR field though but it cost them something like 50p per person. Usually by the time the masses rocked up our feet were so numb we didn't actually want to sledge any more anyway.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 24 May 2012, 14:04, 2 replies)

Is that up towards the Cat & Fiddle?
If so, you are utterly insane for sledging there, and I tip my hat to you.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 24 May 2012, 15:54, closed)

Indeed it is.
It was bleak but fun and aged 9 or so we knew no fear.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 24 May 2012, 23:17, closed)