I remember Castlefield Roundabout Wood as we knew it before The American's introduced Spam to us in it's first form. Back in the early thirties before we 'Sands' boys relised the wood on the hill was an old fortress, we had many a runnung battle with the boy from the newly built Castlefield Estate. I lived just below Castlefield Wood, another wood a short distance from the fortress, and that was in the village of Sands, which had to be defended from the likes of these invaders of High Wycombe. Little did we relise we were keeping up the tradition of no doubt our ancesters. Soon we would realise from the buses traveling to a destination called Desborough Castle, that we were on hallowed ground, or just grew up, and stopped fighting.
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