Abberley, Worcestershire

My school days begin

Great Witley school is where it all began,we lived at Ockeridge some 5 miles from Great Witley,but soon after my parents moved to the Engine House,situated down witley court drive, and opposite the Hundred pool.
So i left for school that day from Ockeridge and walked to my new home after school,it was a lovely summers day and i was filled... [more]

winter of 1963

I moved to Great Witley in 1954 with my family,we lived at the Engine House,which used to pump the water for Witley Court. I attended Witley school from 1954 to 1960, the headmaster was Mr Wyton,a memorable time for me, living on the farm enjoying the freedom that modern society cannot provide.
The winter of 1963 was a long one,and now... [more]

Childhood

I was born in Worcester and brought up in G Witley until I left in 1976.  I remember the days at the school, cricket and football; the Easter Monday Red Marley Hill climb; walks in the hills and visits to the court; days in the sun; cycle rides, fishing on the court pools; then the return off leave and the nights... [more]

The Milk Bar, Tenbury Road, Clows Top

The Oxleys.

Deep in the Worcestershire countryside…at the foot of Clows Top hill,
Lies the house called the Oxleys…a once sweet antidote to life’s bitter pill.
The family home of the Keegan’s…where visitors ambled from afar,
Holidaymaker’s or day-trippers en-route …on coaches…motorcycle or in a car.

Long gone is the catering van…selling breakfasts and cream teas,
Well-manicured lawns…and the... [more]

Church House Farm

Has anyone any memory of this place? I would like to know where it was in Shelsey Walsh. Any info would be gratefully appreciated.

Home to my Huxley ancestors

Many of my 'Huxley' ancestors were 'hatched, matched and dispatched' here. A most beautiful church in a very special place. Well worth a visit.

The swing boats ride  on the riverbank

Looking back now I think I must have been terrified when my dad took my sister and I on the swing boats which swung out so far you could see the water of the river underneath you. As you pulled the rope harder the boat would go higher. It was a regular "treat" each Sunday when my dad would take us... [more]

Wonderful days

I moved to a small new house in Saxon Close in Clifton in 1962 - and have regretted moving away (for work) in 1974 ever since! To me, with Clifton set in the heart of some of the most beautiful countryside in Britain, it then, and for that matter still, epitomises all that is truly English that seems to be long... [more]