New Road

A Memory of Brighstone.

I remember walking past here every day to school from 1950 to 1956 and then I went to Freshwater secondary modern school and still walked by it to catch the bus until I left the village in 1959. I remember the path on the left had a stile and footpath that came out by the pub, where that path joins New Road opposite was the mill stream with a wooden bridge and we used to play pooh sticks along the river bank and try to get them past the weir that was at the back of Mr Fisks farm house. My father was the village policeman and we lived at The Lindens.