Grand Finale Brungerley parks touring art exhibition

09.00 First stop Clitheroe Market

Along with having a great chat to George from the pants and sock stall I bumped into a couple of dog walkers from Brungerley park

11.30 Brungerley Park it was great to get to show people their dog portrait postcards and get to have a final chat and wish people well.

Well we just had to have choice between Yorkshire and Lancashire tea and also a few Bottles of local fine ale ‘Hegless peg’ named after local legend Peg o nell.

Great to see so many familiar faces

2.30 Sainsburys


A couple of stops were added …one at the local craft store as someone saw the poster on the outside of the van so I welcomed them aboard for a private view.

And secondly I called in at my favourite new shop in Clitheroe


Lisa who runs the quirky shop is a very talented illustrated her and her cousin came aboard for a look at what I had been upto!

I have had such a wonderful time and met so many great people thankyou for making me welcome and sharing your many stories.

18.00 Homeward bound

Amy Pennington


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Before I go

Before I left this wonderful park, people and project I needed to do a couple of things.

So many people of Brungerley park have spoke to me about the bottom path which runs alongside the rubble valley river. A few years back this path shut and has remained closed due to a land fall.

Just over the river is where the border of yorkshire and lancashire met. The boundaries changed years ago which has now resulted in many folk now being classed as lancashire men or women though their birth certificate says different.

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Simon Entwistle the story of peg o nell

During my time at Brungerley park a few people told me about the old tale of peg o nell they also told me I should meet local man Simon Entwistle. Simon runs ghost tours of the area and is colourful character to meet you can find out more about him here… and perhaps even book a tour!

Simon kindly offered to meet in the park and sat in the camper van with two warm cups of tea looking on to the river simon told me all about the goings on of Peg o nell.

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Boggart’s goodbye

My last day in the park.

I met up with the 8am dog-walkers, and pootled around the park for the rest of the day – saying goodbye to ‘my regulars’(!), and hello to lots of new people.

I put up my Chicken poem at the Chicken coop,

And my scooter poem at the skate park.

Gary (owner of chickens) was chuffed with the poem, and in return for a copy of it, gave me 3  freshly laid eggs from his chickens!

I met a woman – Shirley Wells –  who is a crime novellist, who sets all her novels (10 of them!) in the local area.  So I went to the library and took out one of her books!  Then I told the librarians that I’d just met her in the park, and they said they’d try and get her into the library to do a talk!  Quite an unexpected occurrence.  Insider info: her dog, Dylan, is named after her main detective.  You heard it here first.

Tried to write the kids rhyme/story that I’ve had in my head for the last couple of weeks – ‘The Boggart of Stubbylee Park’, the start of which is:

The Boggart of Stubbylee Park,
Thinks it’s a bit of a lark,
To steal people’s things
Especially their rings
And say ‘Boo!’ awfully loud in the Dark.

He’s always thinking of food,
Or ways to be naughty or rude
If you give him an inch
Your butties he’ll pinch,
Then he’ll giggle out loud “I’m the dude!”

Though it’s mightily tricky to tell,
His home is down deep in the Dell.
There’s a bridge made of stone,
Where he lives all alone,
Creating a very bad smell.

He washes himself in the stream,
While planning a devilish scheme,
To be a bit sly,
and purloin a meat pie,
Which he’ll eat with stolen ice-cream.

It’s a work in progress. Might try and polish it up.  Maybe.  Or walk away…

So.  The plan now is to type up all the snatches of stories and put it together with my work and make a book.  December is the planned launch date… if you want to be notified – let me know.

I’ve absolutely loved my time in Stubbylee, andmeeting all the people and dogs!

I know I’ll be back.  Many times.

Till then… ta-ra.







Today was the final day

It’s been a few days since I’ve written as I was working elsewhere for a couple of days.  I feel sad that this is the last day I’ll spend working in Corporation Park and living in the lovely windswept house with all the other artists in Briercliffe.

It has been a journey through time. I’ve travelled around the park and learned about the past, through talking in the present and imagining the present.

Today I painted a message from the conservatory…


Friday was our presentation!

I put a load of comments from the people I’ve met in park into a box, then asking the people attending to choose one and then attach it to the tree of comments…

Alison from the council came, as did Rosemary from the friends of Stubbylee – it was great to have the support as I performed a poem and a monologue about a grumpy squirrel.  It was lovely to see and hear what the other artists had been up to  – some BRILLIANT stuff.  Really original and all so different. A long but lovely afternoon.

Winding things up…

On Thursday I managed to catch up with Alison on the council communities team.  She was really enthusiastic about the project and we had a good talk about Stubbylee hall and the possibilities for the future if the council move out.  I had a quick snoop inside…

Then the lovely Keith at the Greenhouses recorded a monologue I had written:  ‘The Bacup Stewart Grainger’ about an older man talking about being in the park with his late wife.  I haven’t edited it yet – but he choked up a couple of times when he was doing it,  “Sorry Joyce.  It just struck a chord”.



Pathways to Freedom

Spent the morning at Olive House which is a residential home right next door to the park.  Janet Eaton, who I’ve met on my perambulations round the park, works there and kindly introduced me to everyone.  I talked in particular to Peter who was telling me Butch Cassidy’s father came from Oswaldtwistle (is this true?!), and Liz who told me all about picking wild Winberries with her Mum on the hill above Stubbylee.  Lyla, (who’s in her 90s), was at first struggling to remember the park, but then a few clicks seemed to happen, and she started to talk about playing tennis and being on the swings  “Eee, now that’s taking me back!” she kept saying.  The sad thing was she kept asking me if I ‘remembered the park’ – as if it was something that was long lost… when actually it was only a hundred yards from where she was sitting.  The staff used to take all the residents over to the park regularly, but then a new extension was added, which closed off the path.  Now the journey’s a bit of an obstacle course for the less mobile residents, and for those in wheelchairs.  But apparently there are plans for a new path.  I hope so.  It seems that as there’s such a beautiful natural resource (and source of memories) on the doorstep, it’s a shame that it’s not being used by the residents all the time.

Then this afternoon I went off to visit Orly in Marsden park, we worked with some students to signpost the park in unusual ways…

And a very talented lass made some temporary graffitti – a bird flying away from a tree -created out of birdseed in a flowerbed.

All of these were Orly’s ideas in practice – I was performing the part of her glamorous assistant.  Tomorrow we plan to take the signpost to Stubbylee and see what my dog-walkers make of it all…

Sorting stuff out.

Spent the morning making a test trail for Brungerley park. It took longer than planned so i am now going tomorrow to test it (hopefully the weather will be better and ill be able to shoot a couple of pics.

I have been having meetings with artists from different parks and had a great day today with two really big break thoughts on what of the vast amount of work, ideas and archive material they have i am going to use and also how.

After meeting Lindsay in her caravan in queens park we decided to make a trail of her Cyanotypes between Netherwood road and upto the Rowley Lake. The use the Postcards as easers in Bank HIil, Thompson PArk and Queens Park areas of Brun Valley Forrest Park.

Then making chocolate and bananer pancakes and eating some beautiful Pete stew. I had a good conversation with Orly about what of her work might work best ont he App. We have some ideas, but then the material may have been misplaced. Maybe once you hav the App (dear blog reader) you can help me find it. HE HE You will get the joke when you visit the park.

In both instances of deciding what you use the simple has definitely been best way to approach such a complex task.