The following is of an area of Mansfield that many will not know. This lane had an old fashioned beauty that we lived with in that time. As a youngster, we lads from Bradder Street used to wander along lanes like this in the 1940’s during war time. Sure it has a kind of beauty today, but it has changed, maybe for the better, I don’t know. I guess I must be getting old.
This is the kind of Mansfield my folks knew and lived in. I think of the blood and sweat the miners of the stone that went into the building of that viaduct gave to earn a living, what a hard life it was in those days.
Under the arches should probably have been called Lovers Lane. It was indeed a lovely stroll on an evening in the weather we used to get in those far off days. I don’t recall this unmade track ever having a name. But walking along this lane, under two arches of two different viaducts, over and along side of the river Maun, past Fatty Man’s Bank, strolling down past some pretty cottages and on into the Byron Yard – “I can taste that Mansfield Bitter now.”
It has been said that the stone from the viaduct that is no longer spanning the area shown, was put into landfill. How sad that makes me feel. Never mind, perhaps one day in the future someone will come along, dig up the stone, and re-use it to create another vision of beauty that will be around for the future of generations to come