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Brancaster Staithe maps
Historic maps of Brancaster Staithe and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Brancaster Staithe maps
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Brancaster Staithe area books
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Memories of Brancaster Staithe
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Norfolk memories
Circus at The Village Hall C 1955
We lived in the village pub The Lifeboat Inn. I remember being flooded and all the beer barrels floating in the cellar, mum cooking mussels given in lieu of beer, which were left in the bath and climbed up the wall and had to be knocked off with a shoe! Fred from the Hall bringing pheasant and buckets of cream, the visiting circus in the village hall opposite, with a moth eaten toothless lion!!! which we thought was wonderful in those days. Walking out to the wrecked ship on the beach, exploring the underground gun encampment with all the wrinkled floor boards, tin hats, metal beds etc, riding our bikes through the high tides along the beach roads, losing our wellies as we waded through the marshes looking for King John's treasure (yes I know we were nowhere near where it was lost but it kept us busy for the summer holidays)!! Picking fruit for pocket money,
watching the lights on the marshes at night which we thought were smugglers... Read more
Paranormal Memories
My earlies memories center around the Barrow Common area of Brancaster, Many of you probably do not beilieve in such things, but at this time as a family, our lives were profoundly affected by these happenings. If you are interested, the details are at http://journals.aol.co.uk/chunkichick/TheLifeBeyond
Stories of North Creake
My grandfather, John Arnett, was the teacher at the North Creake school for many years. Four of his sons came to Canada. When I was a little girl growing up in distant Saskatchewan the uncles would gather and tell marvellous tales of living in North Creake. I have a photo of the grandmother riding her tricycle, of the brothers in front of the school house during World War I. When my grandfather died there was a story in the Norwich newspaper of how he passed on the Earl's frock coat to the newly elected Labour Member of Parliament. (The Earl was in the habit of giving Grandfather items of clothing for the poor as many were in need in the 1930's but there was little call for a frock coat among the farm labourers.) Thank you for showing me North Creake. F. Arnett Sbrocchi, Western Australia
Memories of Holkham And The Victoria Hotel
Whilst I lived at Mattishall near Dereham in the early 1960's I became a regular visitor to the area in Summer and Winter, having use of a small boat at Burnham Overy Staithe.
Fishing and full days out at Scolt Head became a regular feature for me, my mates and our girlfriends. We looked for a local pub to drink at and the Victoria at Holkham (Public Bar!) became just that. There were some wonderful local characters drinking there in those days.
You will have to excuse me on names as it is some forty years plus but I will do my best. I recall a "Bob" Everitt who was a retired gamekeeper from the Estate. There was Reuben, Maurice a retired chauffeur from the Hall and another local called Albert. Bob, Maurice and Reuben loved a game of dominos and one of the Dereham gang would be the forth player to make up the game especially at weekends. I remember Ernie Ruffles whose wife Betty ran the Public Bar... Read more
Fun at Proudfoot's
I can remember walking up Sea Lane with my brothers, and visiting the little shop owned by Mrs Proudfoot, in the hope of getting some groceries for our parents (and sweets for us)! Everything about the shop was quaint, from the layout of the shop floor to the scales on the counter. It wasn't always the best stocked shop, so if ever Mrs Proudfoot had sold out of something, or we needed something she didn't sell, we had to gingerly walk passed her shop window and buy the goods from the Post Office shop instead. Then when we walked back down Sea Lane, we would have to hide the groceries from her view when passing the shop window again!
When the weather was nice, our family used to spend the day making sand castles and playing games on the Old Hunstanton beach. It was always a painful affair to get to the sand and sea though - the cobbled pathway leading to the beach was much trickier to... Read more
Leaving Home
My memory of Syderstone is in October of 1951. I left my home in Leicester as the bride if a young man who was in the USAF. He had been my High School pen-friend and was stationed at RAF Sculthorpe. I left my home for Norfolk one week after my wedding but unfortunately my husband had been unable to find us a house to rent. In desperation we rented a room at the local pub in Syderstone. I can't recall the name of the pub, wish that I could. We were given a room upstairs and we were tucked up in bed when another couple walked through our room. We hadn't been told that the room adjoining had no entrance except through our bedroom and that it was rented out also. Two days later we found rented rooms in a house in Wells-next-the-Sea. It was a large house called St. Heliers and was situated across from the library. Mr & Mrs. Riches owned the house and lived there... Read more
Childhood Memories...
I remember most of these places shown in the photographs and as I look at them memories flood back! I remember learning to swim by the steps on the quay and drinking cider whilst hiding amongst the sprat boxes piled high on the quayside.
Taking empty pop bottles stored behind Plattens milk bar and returning them to the counter to receive money back on the empties! Walking the 'greasy pole' at Regatta time and working on the funfair for free rides. Riding my 'trolley' (soap box on wheels) down Staithe street and around the Butlands while visiting my friends to swap comic books. Paying sixpence at the Regal Cinema on a Saturday afternoon to watch the Lone Ranger! Hanging around the whelk houses down the East End for freebies! Walking over the mussel beds (ouch, cut feet!) at low tide to the marshes to collect seagulls' eggs and helping the older lads dig for sandworms before they were loaded onto the steam train at the station. Attending school with trunks... Read more
