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Historic maps of Bicton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Bicton maps
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East Budleigh| Otterton| Hayes Barton| Colaton Raleigh| Ladram Bay| Budleigh Salterton| Newton Poppleford| Harpford| Woodbury| Sidmouth| Tipton St John| Exmouth| Lympstone| Sidford| Salcombe Regis| Sidbury| Rockbeare| Ottery St Mary| Starcross| Cofton| Dawlish Warren
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Memories of Bicton
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Sir Walter Raleigh
Visited Sir Walter's birthplace at Hayes Barton and touched the house to link with his history and spirit. Beautiful location and could imagine him as a young man looking out over the same countryside that I could survey. It was a special moment and I could feel his presence and aura in the atmosphere of that special place. Found a loose piece of flint from the outside chimney running up the middle of the house into the deep blue, sunny sky. I felt at peace and at one with this great man and all that it brought to our history. Made me proud to be an Englishman and in my own way an explorer of the 21st century.
I Have One of These
Amongst my grandmother's collection of photographs and newspaper clippings, I have a very similar postcard but with much stronger light coming through the windows. Mine was produced by A.J. Way, 65 Mill Street, Ottery St. Mary.
Wedding Day
It was 20th April when I married Joscelyn Hellier, who lived in Pear Tree Cottage. We were married by Rev. Reginald Kaye in St John the Baptist Church at Colaton Raleigh. It was a windy Saturday but it did nothing to spoil the joy of the event. Forty-three years after, we are still together, we have three grown up children living in various parts of U.K. and we live in sunny Southwest France in a lovely little hilltop village near to Bergerac.
Many happy memories of Colaton, including Joscelyn's late father and mother who lie side by side in the village churchyard.
I do have other memories of Colaton but they can wait for another time.
France,21st June 2006
Childrens' Convalescent Home
My memory of Budleigh Salterton is spending a couple of months or so at a childrens convalescent home in the spring/early summer of 1955.
I revisited the town a few years back to find that the old childrens home building is now a hotel and named Tidwell Manor.
I was 6 years old, recovering from meningitis and to find myself in such a wonderous and tranquil part of the world was quite truly amazing. Especially as I'd been railroaded in from downtown Birmingham!
After breakfast (my first experience of flapjacks) some of us kids would lazily saunter down the holly-bushed lane opposite the home, skirt the side of the old fleapit picture house (now the site of the Council House) to arrive on the beach where a morning was spent simply skimming pebbles out to sea. Failing that it was every kid for himself on the swings and slides that were in operation in the front garden of the home.
One event I recall was an organised sports day... Read more
East Terrace
I used to live in #1 when I was about 6 years old and have memories of climbing out of a window and sitting on the roof and looking out to sea. I also used to cycle off to school each day along this street. My father was in the Devon Constabulary and so we moved around a bit. I still have fond memories of Budleigh, particulary down on the beach when the fishing boats came in. I recall times when I would run home carrying (to me) a large crab, generously donated by some fisherman, but only after I promised faithfully to take it straight home and cook it. Ah, the innocence of youth.
The Old Railway Station
My friends and I spent many happy hours playing on the old platform and under the old railway bridge before they were both demolished.
We used to play hopscotch on the platform and had a camp amongst the trees at the back.
We made a rope swing there and used to take a packed lunch down on school holidays and spend all day there messing about.
We had a secret club and had to give a password before you could enter it like children do.
The old bridge was shored up with peices of wood and we would climb up and down it racing each other to the top.
I remember there was an old tramp lived under there at one time.
Good Times
Some of my first memories were picking the daffodils which my family grew, my great grandfather being the Walter Hill who grew the first King Alfreds. We lived in Ova-Yonda in Back Lane, my grandparents lived in Waterleat, now the tea rooms. It was in the brook that ran through the property that I watched my grandfather tickle trout and I caught minnows and sticklebacks.
My great-aunt lived in a cottage further down the High Street and my great-uncle lived a house near the Cannon.
My parents were Percy and Betty Hill. They entertained many, Dad playing the piano, Mum singing and eventually me doing 'a turn'. Dad had a dance band during the 1950s and in the 1960s going into a pub with a piano and tinkling away so people could have a good old sing-song.
The fun we had in the village hall, fancy dress parties and games, later on dances. Christmas time was when the school would put on a concert. I was Angel Gabriel... Read more
