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Williams Farm
My memorys of Alfrick was Hopping at Williams Farm in the war years, being a lad it was great fun, there was a small pub up the road, called the New Inn, seems as if it's gone now, but I can't find where Williams Farm was. It was up a little lane with a post box at the end of the main road with a small stream. Regards, Charles Wood
Tedney Bank
My Great Great Grandfather was James Bradley of Clifton-on-Teme (1853-1931). He died rather dramatically at Tedney Bank in 1931, following the Clifton-on-Teme Hunt. According to family lore, he saw the fox, cried out "There's the fox!" then dropped dead! He had to be carried back to Clifton on a door which needed to be dismantled for the 'occasion'. His grave in Clifton Churchyard records that he "died in the hunting field". Not a bad way to go, I suppose!
Public House
What happened to the Wobbley Wheel pub that used to be in Alfrick Pound? I went past where it was but no longer is?
Growing up in Lower Broadheath 1950s And 1960s
I spent my childhood in Lower Broadheath. I used to live in Church Lane. It was nice living there because there were so many other children. We would be in and out of each others' houses, and we would often play in the Vicarage Garden and the Vicarage Paddock, adjoining the Vicarage. In the summer of 1959 we all used to ride our scooters and bicycles up and down the Lane and around the Village. We liked to play cowboys and Indians, climb trees and then we would go round to a friend's house in Green Lane to watch Children's Television. My friend and her brother were the only ones with a television. Now when I am thinking back, I admire my friend's mother for allowing us noisy children into her house to watch TV! We used to watch programmes such as 'Fury', Popeye, Blue Peter and countless cowboy films. I would love to find out how all those 'children' are! Playing with them during my school holidays was such... Read more
Church Lane
I was intrigued to read your memory as we lived at Roslyn from 1954 to 1964 and then moved to Frenchlands Lane where I have stayed, losing Jocelyn in 2004.
Children Anne Jane Susan Ian Andrew and John all doing well.
Village fete memories with our excellent Vicar and Brigadier Britten keeping order. Sadly Jerry and Edna Evans have gone and are much missed.I remember the Moores, Proberts, Stubbs, Halls, and Dobsons. Mansell Perkins the 'Midnight' milkman.
Happy Years Around Broadheath - Late Fifties Early Sixties
Although I lived in Martley in those days, Broadheath has many happy memories for me. I used to cycle there to collect day-old chicks from a farm in the centre of the village - I forget the name. I delivered newspapers every Sunday from Martley passed the Masons Arms and Laugherne Hill ending at Brigadier Brittain's Kenswick Manor - where I would deliver his papers to his butler. He used to allow a few of us to fish in his pool. When I was a bit older, I used to go to the Bell pub and meet up with a friends I knew from the village. The Bell was owned by George and Betty Smith in those days - and a lively, happy place it was. Friends that I remember were John and Jimmy Shelton, Vicky and John Vernailles (sp?), Pete Stokes, Pete King, David Willets and many, many more whose names I have sadly forgotten. They were happy days indeed. Days that I fear this country will not... Read more
Mothering Sunday
This is probably around 1960, can't really remember. Anyway, it was eons ago when I would have been not quite ten years old, all the Sunday school children would leave flowers at the altar of the church. During the Mothering Sunday service we would all go and collect our flowers from the altar, and bring them to our mothers who were sitting in the pews. I always remember this on Mothering Sunday, and I think my mother was genuinely pleased when she received those flowers. Unfortunately I never got to speak to her as an adult because she died young. I really liked that Church as well. I also remember a stained-glass window where an angel was leading a child down a path. I loved looking at that window, and I always tried to sit near it during children's services.
