Affetside Village History A village known more for its boundaries than its benefits, Affetside would seem an unlikely candidate for survival. Yet like its name it has battled through. Now the village has entered a new chapter because in 1991 it was given over to Bury MBC. A move which reflects the village’s community spirit. Such a change may at first seem unimportant but the villagers know only too well what problems can occur from being split between two boroughs. No doubt they hope that any problems which arise in the future will be solved far quicker, because "Affetsiders" remember a number of instances where the rival boroughs argued over just whose problem the problems were. One example of this was the village’s struggle for proper water facilities. Until the mid 1970’s most of Affetside was without piped water and this was partly the fault of the councils who could not decide whose responsibility it was to provide it. Affetside is a beautiful and peaceful village situated on the old Roman road which stretched from Manchester to Ribchester with the main street being called Watling Street. (The route running north east to Rossendale on the Tottington side is referred to as Tom Nook, and also as Black Lane in many documents, and was mentioned in the court rolls of 1531. The route to the west and Bradshaw was via Slack Lane.  All routes did once meet directly at the cross, but Slack Lane was diverted near to Watling Street before 1840. The route fell into disuse after the turnpike improvements and the deep hollow marking the lane later in-filled.) The village itself did not really develop until the 1700’s, when the growing packhorse movement saw the provision of ample grazing, two blacksmiths and at least three inns. Today one of those inns, the aptly named 'Pack Horse Inn' is still serving drinks to tired travellers. Built in 1443 the pub stands on the highest part of the hill. Now owned by Hydes of Manchester and with recent modernisation carried out some relics of the past do remain, for example the gruesome skull which keeps its hollow eyes on drinkers from its place on the bar; contrary to popular myth it is the skull of an executioner, not a ‘regular’ who tried to put too many on his slate.