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Knott's Hole

Knott's Hole - Dingle Glen/South Shore 1900. This would eventually become a landfill site, and was also in-filled with rubble from WWII. The landfill eventually became Festival gardens. This location is now where the roundabout is on Riverside Drive, (near to where the old dome used to be).

A statue of the Nymph stood on David's throne.

Another picture of the Knott's hole area. These particular rocks were called 'David's throne'. How grand!

William Roscoe wrote a famous poem about a nearby river that ran dry. The river ran down a valley from Princes park, through Sefton park, into Aigburth vale and down Dingle glen to knott's hole, where it met the Mersey. The title of the poem was 'The nymph of the Dingle'.

Stranger, that with careless feet
Wanderest near this green retreat,
Where through gently bending slopes
Soft the distant prospect opes ;

Where the fern, in fringed pride,
Decks the lonely valley’s side ;
Where the white-throat chirps his song.
Flitting as thou tread’st along :

Know, where now thy footsteps pass
O’er the bending tufts of grass,
Bright gleaming through the encircling wood,
Once a Naiad rolled her flood.

If her urn, unknown to fame,
Poui-ed no far extended stream,
Yet along its grassy side
Clear and constant rolled the tide.

Grateful for the tribute paid.
Lordly Mersey loved the maid ;
Yonder rocks still mark the place
Where she met his stern embrace.

Stranger, curious, wouldst thou learn
Why she mourns her wasted urn ?
Soon a short and simple verse
Shall her hopeless fate rehearse.

Ere yon neighbouring spires arose,
That the upland prospect close,
Or ere along the startled shore
Echoed loud the cannon’s roar.

Once the maid, in summer’s heat,
Careless left her cool retreat,
And by sultry suns opprest,
Laid her wearied limbs to rest ;

Forgetful of her daily toil,
To trace each humid tract of soil,
From dews and bounteous showers to brine
The limpid treasures of her spring.

Enfeebled by the scorching ray,
She slept the circling hours away ;
And when she oped her languid eye,
She found her silver urn was dry.

Heedless stranger ! who so long
Has listened to an idle song,
Whilst trifles thus thy notice share,
Hast thou no urn that asks thy care ?

Almost unbelievable isnt it Barbie, how picturesque it once was..   a bit changed nowadays.. here is the present upperroute of the stream

and in blue is the overlay route of it

The Nymph ended up in The nearby Turner Memorial home and also Stanley Park , where it was vandalised and is reputeably now in The Walker Art Gallery for safe keeping

Thanks for this Beeb. It's brill. Is it ok if I use these pics on the place I took mine form?

of course it is Barbie.  Its everybodys history

Lovely photo Barbie, if only it had been left as it was!

Yes pity, everything changes.  Sad

It became a pretty desolate,dumping ground,with gangs hanging out in the caves that were there,until the promenade was built!
                                                                                  There's a Frankie Vaughan film,"Violent Playground" which itself,isn't much,but it does show that area,as it was!

The film also co starred David McCallum didn't it?

Yeh,that's right!

I'm inspired, tomorrow will look up A taste of honey and violent playground on amazon, I wan them on dvd.

Both good films,but for different reasons! "A Taste of Honey" is just,so of it's time,while "Playground is basically just a vehicle for Frankie Vaughan,but with some great background shots,like the "Grafton" and "Olympia"!

Was it part of the Cast Iron shore?

Just a mile or two,further along that shore,from the "cassie",Alice!

Those first two pics are  lovely

MOJO wrote:
Just a mile or two,further along that shore,from the "cassie",Alice!

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