That's where all Wardley lads learned to swim.
How we never came down with typhoid or cholera I'll never know.

That's where the locals took their unwanted pets to drown, in a sack with a brick inside. After a while the sacks floated to the surface.
Sounds horrible, but that's how it was done, back in the day.

That's where we spent most of the summer holidays, half a dozen of us, sitting on an old railway sleeper, paddling our way across the quarry, pushing the old sacks aside as we passed them

Not a swimming costume in sight.