Greater Manchester West Scout County
Greater Manchester West is one of three Scout Counties which cover the metropolitan county of Greater Manchester, and provides a Scouting programme to the metropolitan boroughs of Leigh, Salford, Trafford and Wigan.
Within the Scout County there are three Scout Groups listed among the 'first troops' founded in 1908:
- 1st Worsley (originally: 6th Eccles)
- 1st Flixton (L'Avenir)
- 1st Stretford (Longford)
The County is currently divided into nine Scout Districts:
- Altrincham and District
- Lilford District Lilford District Scouts
- Sale and District
- Swinton and Pendlebury
- Urmston and District
- Wigan and District
Atherton and Tyldesley and Leigh and District were merged on 1 October 2009 to form Lilford District.
Famous quotes containing the words county, scout, greater, manchester and/or west:
“Hold hard, my county darlings, for a hawk descends,
Golden Glamorgan straightens, to the falling birds.
Your sport is summer as the spring runs angrily.”
—Dylan Thomas (19141953)
“Simone Clouseau: Jacques would make a wonderful father. He has many redeeming qualities, you know.
Sir Charles: Name one.
Simone Clouseau: Oh, hes kind, loyal, faithful, obedient.
Sir Charles: Youre either married to a boy scout or a dachshund.”
—Blake Edwards (b. 1922)
“However great a mans fear of life, suicide remains the courageous act, the clear-headed act of a mathematician. The suicide has judged by the laws of chanceso many odds against one that to live will be more miserable than to die. His sense of mathematics is greater than his sense of survival. But think how a sense of survival must clamour to be heard at the last moment, what excuses it must present of a totally unscientific nature.”
—Graham Greene (19041991)
“The [nineteenth-century] young men who were Puritans in politics were anti-Puritans in literature. They were willing to die for the independence of Poland or the Manchester Fenians; and they relaxed their tension by voluptuous reading in Swinburne.”
—Rebecca West (18921983)
“Anyone with a real taste for solitude who indulges that taste encounters the dangers of any other drug-taker. The habit grows. You become an addict.... Absorbed in the visions of solitude, human beings are only interruptions. What voice can equal the voices of solitude? What sights equal the movement of a single days tide of light across the floor boards of one room? What drama be as continuously absorbing as the interior one?”
—Jessamyn West (19021984)