Saturday 30th August

A very busy day, with over 100 visitors throughout the afternoon. The Farmers' Market and Moseley Folk Festival brought many people into the village. Andy Hayward, pictured above, used to work in a bank but gave it up to become a sculptor working in stone.

"I worked at Lloyds Bank Moseley branch for around 10 years. During my time there, I discovered an old ledger in the bank's cellar. It turned out to be a list of deposit accounts dating back to the late 1700's. This was during the early 1980's."

Lorraine McGowan from Moseley Morris returned as promised with a contribution of a story and photographs.

"At the moment there are plenty of dance groups and three dance schools in Moseley area. I belong to Moseley Morris, which we formed over 25 years ago. we meet at St. Columba's and dance mostly North West clog style Morris. I love our costumes, especially the hats and lovely clogs. Dancers have come and gone through the years, including many of our own children who have grown up and moved away.

There aren't many of us now, but I would love to think that Moseley Morris could carry on for another 25 years with new dancers as we are growing older. Unfortunately North West Morris is not fashionable at the moment."

Two of our local Police Officers called by and left a contribution each:

PC 8446 Peters wrote: "Whilst sat on parade on the morning of Thursday 28th July 2005 looking out of the Police Station window overlooking Woodbridge Road, I witnessed the tornado approaching Moseley. A day I will never forget!'

PC 2752 Johnson wrote: "Moseley is a great place to work with its very diverse community and unique set of problems, but I wouldn't have it any other way"

Michael from the Moseley Society who lives in Russell Road left an interesting little note about seeing a red squirrel in Cannon Hill Park in the early 1960s. Researching the distribution of red squirrels, it seems that even in 1945 red squirrels were being forced out of the Midlands by greys. So by the 60s there must have only been a handful left. Perhaps Michael saw one of the last.

"When we took the children down to Cannon Hill Park, we saw a man playing with a red squirrel. It jumped from the tree to his shoulder" (about 1962 -5).