Bridlington memories
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Summer 1937
We stayed in a caravan at Thornwick Bay in July 1937. On a visit to Bridlington harbour I saw the SS 'Yorkshireman', which was the biggest sea-going vessel I'd been near to at that time. I thought it was magnficent and it gave such an impression of power and strength to me as an eleven year old. When we returned to school after the holidays, I drew this black and white monster a number of times and our teacher was much impressed by my efforts and its obvious influence on me. After all those years I can still feel the thrill of being on the harbourside, so close to that wonderful ship - especially when its engines pounded as it cast off to reverse away from the harbour wall, its propellor churning the sea like a great cooking pot. A magnificent experience to an eleven year old!
Sands Lane, Bridlington
Can anyone please remember a private Hotel in Sands Lane called the Farslea Hotel? My Mum and Dad had that hotel. I would love to find out if it is called anything else now, or even if it was demolished.
My Great Grandfather James Allen Pride Was The Rector Circa 1900
I'd be interested if anyone has any photographs of him and his family (my Grandmother particularly).
King Street
This is actually King Street which later became Prince Street.
Childhood in The 1950s
It breaks my heart to see how the years, short-sighted councillors and rapacious businessmen have ruined this once noble and beautiful seaside resort. How could anybody have countenanced destroying this view for the ugly, noisy smelly and shabby fairground rides that have replaced it? Up and down the terraces and promenades of the north beach what were once gardens, putting greens and other relaxing and pleasant areas are now car parks. All gone for a quick buck and what remains? Dirt, litter and a down-at-heel feel to the whole town. It's the beaches and the long walks of the south bay and the north to Sewerby that keep the town from slipping into a total sewer. If only the town's guardians had the foresight to keep it frozen as it was in the pre-packaged holiday period that took its middle-class visitors away and focused on quality, Bridlington today would be the jewel not only of the Yorkshire coast but of the whole English seaside.
Happy Days
Wow.. those boats are still plying their trade today although the boating pool is on the southside near the spa nowadays and has been for a few decades. I remember my Nan taking my brother and myself in the long hot summer of 1976 to have a go on these boats...for a 11 year old they were the height of cool....happy days indeed !!!!
Music On Board
My father, Ernest Pullan, played piano accordian on the 'Bridlington Queen', during the early 1960s perhaps 1961, 1962, 1963.
I've Finally Found The Caravan Site
I spent many a summer at this caravan site. My Gran used to own a caravan there. I have so many found memories of the pace and even though last time I was there would have been about 25 years ago, I can remember quite a lot - peeing in a bucket for one!!
I've decided this year I want to come back to Bridlington, and spend a week retracing all the things I remember. I expect lots have changed, but hopefully some things may still be there.
I couldn't remember the name of the place, but could picture the location, so with the help of google 3dmaps I found it.
I want to stay on this caravan site. Does anybody know if it has a website or brochure you can order?
Family Holidays
Limekiln Lane camp site is a special place for me, my grandparents spent many happy holidays there in the 1950s. Once their children arrived they went along too. Jaqueline and Harold had children of their own, I am one of those children. I have six children and every year we return for a fortnight, my children adore this special place. It holds lots of special memories for me and my family. My uncle now owns a van there, a little different from the early days of lighting the gas mantles and weeing in a bucket.
Bridlington Holidays
I have many fond memories of the holidays I had in Bridlington when I was young. We stayed with a Mr and Mrs Morris who lived at Havelock Crescent, I remember they had a daughter called Margaret. I used to love looking at the clock made from flowers which was on the front. I still come to Bridlington for 2 weeks every year but now stay on Pembroke Terrace.
Still There!
The caravan site on Lime Kiln Lane in Brid is still flourishing - I had no idea it had been there so long!
We are fortunate enough to have a place there for our grandchildren to enjoy the full benefits of the sea-side. Its a very happy place.
The Yorkshire Belle
I spent many holidays in Bridlington as a child, my aunt and uncle lived here in a prefab near the Priory Church so each summer this is where we came. I have fond memories of the Yorkshire Belle, it seemed much bigger somehow then but perhaps it was me who was much smaller! I have now retired to Bridlington and the Yorkshire Belle still does it's sailings to Flamboro Head and back.
Happy Days in The 1960s
I started coming to Brid for family holidays in 1961 at the age of 5 months!!! We stayed in a flat owned by Mr Jamroz?? opposite Marks n Sparks. I remember at the top of the harbour there was a Flintstones roundabout. I was about 5 yrs old and used to bite my nails. My mum talked to the guy that ran the ride and he said only little girls who didn't bite their nails could go on - I stopped biting my nails. Nice one.
I remember watching the Bridlington Queen sinking outside the harbour. I also remember a 'kids corner' somewhere past the harbour going north - we used to sing "Jesus wants me for a sunbeam" and other such songs and have quizzes - does anyone else remember this?
Memories of North Humberside
Boynton Hall Revisited 1975, by Matthew Strickland Quarles
I visited Boynton Hall during my year long study abroad as an English Speaking Union Scholarship recipient to Wrekin College, in Wellington, Telford, Shropshire, during the academic year 1974/1975.
At that time an architect, Mr Cooke and his wife were the owners of Boynton Hall. I had written to Mr. Cooke prior to my visiting the Hall at the suggestion of my elderly cousin who had visited the home some years previously and made the acquaintance of the Cookes.
At the time of my visit the Hall had been sectioned off in order to maintain a residence as well as a flat or two. Mr. Cooke graciously toured me throughout the house showing me the secret passageway, as well as the upper level bed chamber in which Queen Henrietta Maria - Charles I wife - was reputed to have spent one night on her way to enlist her cousin's - Louis XIV - aid in the defense of Charles's throne from Cromwellian troops. Framed and hanging beside the... Read more
Family Holidays at Barmston
My grandfather bought one of these ex-RAF officers bungalows after the Second World War so that the family could have a holiday base. In the B850004 photo, our bungalow is roughly alongside the white car you can see parked in the road - it was more or less halfway along the road. We all lived in Sheffield - in those days, a 3 hour drive away. I must have holidayed there from the age of 18 months to about 8 or 9 years old. We sold it a year or so before it finally succumbed to coastal erosion, to the Bott family from Sheffield for £50. I recall 2 other Sheffield families having bungalows too - the Spencers from Mylnhurst Road and the Marshmans.
I can still see, hear and feel the coarse, sandy grass under my bare feet, the howling wind from the North sea, the rain beating on the metal-framed windows, the light from Flamborough Head light house faintly illuminating my bedroom every 4 seconds or so... Read more
RAF Carnaby
I returned from RAF service abroad and was stationed at nearby RAF Station Carnaby from mid 1945 t0 mid 1946 when I was de-mobbed.
Barmston was about a once-a-week trip on station bikes to look at the sea and a couple of hours in the Black Bull.
After a number of years over-seas service it was a treat just to see holiday makers enjoying themselves and a dip in the sea was something we had dreamed of for years.
In winter time it was just a trip to the Black Bull.
I now live in Adelaide, South Australia and fond memories of Barmston even still still linger at 90 years af age.
I was brought up to always respect my elders...but these days they are very hard to find.
Ah well.
Wynton Cafe, on The Clifftops
I would love to hear from anybody that remembers WYNTON CAFE that was situated on the south cliffs at Barmston. My parents, Terry & Ida McGuire owned & ran the cafe from approx 1966 to 1970. I was just a boy at the time and have very fond memories of Barmston, the hot summers and the cold, isolated snowy winters. I remember standing and watching several bungalows and chalets disappear over the cliffs, my mum would always tell me off for what seemed to me at the time a very exciting adventure. I would go on 'expeditions' alone except for our alsatian 'Zena' and lurcher 'Sheba', and me - equipped with a catapault, a fishing line and a bag of sweets... I would walk on the cliffs or the beach to Barmston drain and just play around for hours in and around my den which was an old WW2 blockhouse which I believe is still there today.
I often go back to Barmston - I take my children and tell... Read more
Black Bull
I will always remember nights sat outside the Black Bull with my parents and 2 sisters. Although it was August, the weather was chilly. There was a juke box out back on a sort of covered terrace and every time I hear 'Johnny Remember Me' by John Leyton, I am transported back to Barmston. We stayed in a tiny caravan on what is now the huge Barmston Beach Haven site and there was just one tiny shop.We had to walk into the village for certain things and as it rained plenty,the road was covered in huge slugs!! We did have the odd sunny day and have photos of us near those huge conrete blocks that sat on the beach.I remember the corn stooks in the fields,so much nicer than the rolls of it you see nowadays.I now have a caravan at Ulrome and visit the Black Bull when we are over but as us children were never allowed inside,I can,t say whether it has changed or not but the back... Read more
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