As youngsters in the early 60s, Roger and I used to play a lot along Westbreen Creek. We thought the rickety footbridge over the creek was great when it used to sway in the wind and quite often when we used to run across it jumping up and down. The creek itself was open for much of its length. We used to walk inside one of the large drainage pipes for some distance until fear and sometimes commonsense made us go back outside. Looking back we had fun as kids exploring the creek area. If our parents knew of some of escapades there at the time, we would’ve been smacked good and hard!
One day workmen came along dismantled the footbridge and built a road over the creek, thereby linking the two parts of Northumberland with black tarmac decorated with a row of short white lines down the middle. our creek, and our playground was changed forever after that.
