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Hampshire memories
Chanting at Dusk
My parents were managers of The Montague Arms for a short while. On sunny days I was allowed to cycle to Hythe and back. I was twelve and fit enough to reach Hythe within half-an-hour! I heard rumours from the staff at the hotel that the Abbey nearby was haunted by the ancient monks who had lived there. I was told that some had heard chanting as the sun went down at certain times of the year. I dared to go there several times at dusk - but heard nothing. Instead, during the daylight, I would climb the old walls and view pretty eggs in the nests that had been made within the mossy stones.
Saturday Morning Football
Happy memories of playing football at Blackfield when attending Hardley School. Matches were arranged and the team picked on the school bus. The matches were played regardless of weather in the days when it really used to rain. Real mudbaths. Where are Phil Dobie and the rest of the team? 1948-1950.
Gravel Pits
I've fond memories of playing over at the gravel pit down Dark Lane in Blackfield and when my dad drove for Hall Aggregates in the 1970s.
LONG HOT SUMMERS
MANY HAPPY SUMMERS WERE SPENT AT LEPE. i WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE A GRANDPARENT THAT LIVED IN TH ECOAST GAURD COTTAGES FROM THE 60'S TO THE 80'S. THERE WAS A RAFT NEAR THE BAOT HOUSE WHICH WAS GREAT FUN. NO CONCRETE, FREE PARKING ON THE GREEN. FISHING FOR MACKEREL WITH JO, MUSHROOM PICKING IN THE LOCAL FIELDS, PLENTY OF COCKLES, WINKLES COULD BE FOUND. LEPE IS A PLACE DEAR TO MY HEART AND WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN
Blackfield All The Fun of The Fair
Who remembers the travelling fun fair that came to Blackfield in the 1960s? Did you go to Blackfield Junior school? What about skating on the frozen Gravel pits at Holbury in the winter 1962/3/4 or the Esso Cinema? or the local band the 007's?
Have I stirred a few memories?
My name is Julian Bishop, eldest of seven siblings of the Bishop Clan now residing in Somerset. The year was in the Autumn 1960. Our ever expanding family had grown from 3 to 4 - 6 then eventually 7 plus mum and dad. We previously had grown up in a two bed-roomed flat at 12 Manor Road, Sidcup, Kent (sadly no longer there). It was now time to move to Hampshire, to a new housing bungalow development was growing in Holbury. Number 9 Long Lane Close was our destination. The site was being developed, we even had to build an extension. There was a small copse (wooded area) at the end of the cul-de-sac. There was our next door neighbours.... Read more
Fawley in The Mid 1950s
We moved to Fawley in 1954 and I spent my last 2 years of Secondary School at Hardley. My brothers John and Trev also went there. I have vivid memories of lying in bed on a clear frosty night and seeing the reflection of the flare bouncing off next door's wall and of the constant roar of the refinery. Visitors complained they couldn't sleep for the flickering light and /or the noise - I couldn't sleep without them. When we moved to Colville Avenue there were only about half a dozen bunglows there and we didn't know a soul in the village. In the paddock at the far end was the forest ponies "maternity ward" (there was also another in the middle of the roundabout at the Forest Home pub.) I can recall many a night mum in her nightie chasing a horse out of the garden, shooing away with a broom. The ponies got quite canny and learned to open the gates to get into the rubbish bins. Mr... Read more
Some of my Best Years
Hi I grew up in Fawley. My dad John Bull built a lot of the houses there. I spent a lot of my time pulling Tim or Adie my brothers out of Ashlett Creek. I have lost contact with most people I knew as I moved out to South Africa for 18 years. I wWould love to here from anyone who remembers us. Linda Alborough (Bull)
