Alan's thoughts from some time back....... Jerusalem Wood on the edge of a Cheshire village was a place I played in as a boy. Then it appeared to be more of a forest than a wood. We children spent hours then, cowboys and indians, cavaliers and roundheads. hide and seek. Games of years gone by. The wood is still there, the children long since gone. But if you stand in the quiet of a sun kissed glade you can still hear their voices come on the wind of long ago. Those are not tears in my eyes, the wind is very sharp today.