Memories of Barmston
I will always remember nights sat outside the Black Bull with my parents and 2 sisters. Although it was August, the weather was chilly. There was a juke box out back on a sort of covered terrace and every time I hear 'Johnny Remember Me' by John Leyton, I am transported back to Barmston. We stayed in a tiny caravan on what is now ...Read full memory
I would love to hear from anybody that remembers WYNTON CAFE that was situated on the south cliffs at Barmston. My parents, Terry & Ida McGuire owned & ran the cafe from approx 1966 to 1970. I was just a boy at the time and have very fond memories of Barmston, the hot summers and the cold, isolated snowy winters. I ...Read full memory
I returned from RAF service abroad and was stationed at nearby RAF Station Carnaby from mid 1945 t0 mid 1946 when I was de-mobbed. Barmston was about a once-a-week trip on station bikes to look at the sea and a couple of hours in the Black Bull. After a number of years over-seas service it was a treat just to see holiday makers enjoying themselves and a dip in the sea was something we had dreamed of for years. In winter time it was just a trip to the Black Bull. I now live in Adelaide, South Australia and fond memories of Barmston even still still linger at 90 years af age. I was brought up to always respect my elders...but these days they are very hard to find. Ah well.
My grandfather bought one of these ex-RAF officers bungalows after the Second World War so that the family could have a holiday base. In the B850004 photo, our bungalow is roughly alongside the white car you can see parked in the road - it was more or less halfway along the road. We all lived in Sheffield - in ...Read full memory