The houses on the right hand side were not demolished when the new buildings were put up. They still exist and have recently been renovated.
Reading a book about the old railway line that went through Braunston station and came upon this poem. Its autumn time in Braunston And now the forager swears The cattle rise and listen In the valleys far and near And blush at what they hear. written by Hugh Kingsmill 1889-1949
If any one has memories from parents about Bragborough Hall as a nursing home during the last war myself and many others who were Bragborough babies would love to hear from you. Terence Wilcox