It also meant I was at my Gran and Gramps who lived at Foxtail close, at the bottom of the hill

 

I had numerous friends up there and we go exploring all over the hill we go for hours and hours and come back at dusk.  

 

During September whenever I was at my Gran and grandads it meant that we would go blackberry picking and the bags that we collected full of berries was unbelievable, plus also the amount we ate which was a lot.  

 

It also brings back lovely memories of my dog Tracy, she was born on the same day that I was, we were inseparable. We would go up that hill and we march all over the place, we would go through the streams and splash around and have so much fun.  

 

I remember this one time me, my Gran, my grandad and my auntie Pam all went up Robinswood Hill and it was to go and watch the red arrows but they cancelled their flight but we got to the top of the hill, looked at the view over Gloucester and you could see everything for miles around to May Hill to the river severn, everywhere it was always a sight to behold.  

 

To be honest I don’t think a day went by during my school holidays where we did not go up Robinswood hill it was always where we would walk the dogs and it was always where we go for a picnic and in all types of weather. 

 

Robinswood hill will always have a fond place in my heart where I laughed, played and enjoyed times with my family and friends