Memories of Berwick-upon-Tweed
As a child we often travelled to Berwick just to see the lighthouse. We live in Ayrshire but my great grandmother, Robina Burgon, was from Berwick and the last person to man the lighthouse before it became operated by electricity. She took over from her father who worked on it for 9 years before falling ill. I loved visiting there and listening to the stories. Fond memories.
A memory and what a memory it was! There were eleven of us lads who had booked a fishing trip on one of the boats that went out from the harbour in Berwick. It was early in the day when we went out for a five hour trip; we went out as far as five miles where the skipper, having a fish finder radar, began to pick ...Read full memory
Although born in Scotland, my earliest memories are of Berwick upon Tweed. This was because my father was posted to the Barracks as Pipe Major in the KOSB Depot there. Our married quarters, although in Ravensdowne, overlooked the rear of the barracks and, as a small boy, it was endlessly fascinating to look out ...Read full memory
I spent most of my childhood in Berwick staying at my nana's house in Wallace Green and then at my aunt's pub, the Harrow Inn in Tweedmouth. I would spend days on the beach, either Berwick or Spittal where they had trampolines on the beach. My nana's house was opposite the fire station and they used to practice on the ...Read full memory