Memories of Boughton Hill
I too, recall the seat and many happy days spent lounging on it. Being a young teen in Boughton, I joined the Boys Brigade. I can remember 'marching' three abreast up the High Street from the Methodist Chapel to the cenotaph (seen just beyond the seat R/H side), outside St. Barnabas, bashing the life out of a side drum and holding up the traffic all the way. Ahh, happy days... I never became a drummer in later life, but sometimes, when I'm bored, I do find myself tapping out drum-rolls with cutlery on the kitchen worktops - much to the annoyance of family! (Incidentally, I find stainless steel dinner knives work best).
I grew up in boughton in the 1960s. This is exactly as I remember it. I used to sit on this bench as a teenager with friends. I am sure we drove the residents mad.
The white house shown was the house I grew up in. If this photo is 1960 I would have been living there at the time it was taken - how fascinating to see this. The street at the time was the main A2 and very busy. What memories this has rekindled.
I sang in the church choir here in the 1960s. I loved singing at weddings, seeing everybody dressed up. As it was a small village many of the weddings would have elder siblings or relatives of school friends, who would have been a guest or bridesmaid. We used to get paid for weddings, I think it was sixpence.