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Palace How Lane End
I was brought up at Palace How and the gentleman with the moustache is my late father, Leslie Leo Cunningham. We had the village Post Office and my late mother, Mary Anne Cunningham, was the Postmistress - I have a show display with three of the photos on, which we used to have hanging in the Post Office for customers to see. Also in the photo is the Huntsman, (?) Hardisty (for the minute his first name has gone from my mind). I go back to Loweswater as often as I can, I just love the area and still keep in touch with some of the locals as I am always classed as a local when I go back, which is really lovely.
Fell Walking in The Lake District
Memories of Hope Memorial Camp--Easter 1958--thirty of us second year pupils (age 14) six fourth years and four teachers travelled from our school in Hertfordshire by coach to London Euston to go by train to Penrith.
Quite an adventure, I was bitten by a dog on the train, never told my mum.
At Penrith we changed trains and went on to Braithwaite, on arrival it was getting dark as we pushed our luggage on the station cart up through the village to the camp.
It was dark when we arrived and after such a tiring journey we snuggled into our sleeping bags and settled on the floor of the larger hut and went straight to sleep.
In the morning we looked out of the windows--snow, lots of it, at least two feet deep.
We had to clear our way to the toilet block before breakfast, only cold water in there--I am sure I did not have a proper wash.
After breakfast we explored the area and found an old wooden... Read more
Happy & Horsey Holidays
I have the fondest memories of childhood holidays spent in Ennerdale and a deep and lasting love of the valley, brought about not only by the remote beauty but also the many, very happy times that I have spent there with those closest to me.
Residents of Blackburn, Lancashire (Wainwrights home town!), my parents and two brothers spent most of the school holidays and many weekends in the valley. We stayed in the old forester's cottages at High Gillerthwaite.
The cottages are adjacent to the current YHA, several several miles up the forestry road, which is closed to vehicles and in those days, was extremely rough and pot holed. The cottage nestles among some of the signature peaks of the Lakes - Pillar, Steeple and Red Pike. Great Gable heads the valley. When we first holidayed there in the early 1970s, the remoteness meant that it was unusual to see another living soul during our 2 week summer holiday.
There was no electricity in the cottages, and... Read more
ROYAL OAK HOTEL / GEORGE HOTEL
In 1964 I was (as Jim Wright) fortunate enough to move to Keswick to work as the assistant manager at the then Royal Oak Hotel, just past the Moot Hall on the far left corner in this photograph. The Royal Oak and George Hotels, across the street from each other, were then owned by Sir Percy Hope, a local dignitary. I lived in my own room in the hotel, then managed by Mr Peverett and his wife. I recall having hardly any freetime ever and earning 12 a week only! On my few days off I escaped the even then 'madding crowds' and would hike the fells by myself all day, never seeing hardly any living thing other than sheep! This was so wonderful and I vividly recall finding a spot in the tufts of grass out of the wind, taking a bag lunch break above Stickle Tarn and writing poetry, being caught in a hair-raising lightning storm near Wastwater, struggling in the high winds on Helvellyn's knife edge or being... Read more
Memories of A Painter
I used to go to Keswick quite a lot as a child, to visit my great-uncle, David Dickson. He was born in North-Shields, but lived in Keswick for a good number of years, from about 1928-1967until he died. He used to paint pictures in water colour, I think he must have painted all the lakes in the Lake District. His paintings were so good that some of them ended up in Keswick Art Gallery. This would have been around 1930, up until he died in 1967. He lived in a cottage in a little road off the main street of Keswick. Does anyone remember Mr David Dickson? If so I would love to hear from you.
Thankyou.
Brenda
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