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Camerton maps
Historic maps of Camerton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Camerton maps
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Stainburn| Great Broughton| Workington| Brigham| Maryport| West Maryport| Harrington| Cockermouth
Camerton area books
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Memories of Camerton
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Low Lodge Farm
I remember my first job was on Low Lodge Farm. We had to milk the cows and the milk went into 10 gallon churns which we had to wheel up to the top of the yard and lift onto the milk stand for the wagon to pick up. I was 15 at the time and those churns seemed like they weighed a ton.
The farm has gone now, and four house are in its place.
Youngsters.
Great Clifton was a great village as a child. I'm only 16 now but I think it's great to learn about its history.
Flimby
I cannot remember a time where Flimby did not feature in my life. My father was born on Ryehill Road, and my grandfather was born and bred in Flimby. It once was a pit village and my grandfather John Watters was an engineer, his father was the winding engineman. In my childhood my grandparents lived at 1 Sycamore Cottage, tucked away behind the brow and looking over Beckside. Beyond lay Flimby Woods that my grandma loved so much. What memories do I have? Climbing into the beck with my grandfather to follow it up into the woods, Lilian's shop, and sweets from what my granda called "the rubbish counter", walks along Pigs Lonnin, Jobby the farmer and his pet sheep, Flimby shore through the flooded tunnel under the road. On and on the memories flow - the smell of coal, whited steps, the wind, the Co-operative store, the bus to Workington. The wide sweep of road in front of the Pelican pub, a house on the right up the brow... Read more
The Butcher
I remember the first time I was in the village after the butcher had been slaughtering pigs. There was blood being channelled from the slaughterhouse down the road to another part of the shop where he was going to make black pudding. It took me years before I could even look at black pudding after that, let alone eat it
My Grandfather
I was born in 1953 and my Grandfather was already dead. His name was William Bowe and he was the last mill keeper at Hall Mill, although his son John, my uncle, ran a joinery business for a few years from there. Billy Bowe was the last official mill keeper. It was purely a saw mill, powered entirely by water. How green was that. Pre 1945 it was pretty self sufficient down there. There was a couple of pigs, a cow for milk and butter and hens for eggs and for the pot when they stopped laying. The whole family were involved in the vegetable garden and Grandma made all the butter and quite a bit of the dairy products. Bread and cakes were baked and there was always plenty of wood for the fire.
There was two sons and two daughters. In order of age the youngest was Leonard, then John, then there was Miriam (my mother) and the eldest was Mary. Sadly Leonard died a few years... Read more
John Peel Brewery
The smell of molasses from the so called John Peel Brewery as the train from Carlisle approached Workington Main Station.
The Fairground, Cumberland Run
I worked with Broughtons shows, doing the run. We spent two days in each place. We had a load of Cumberland lads working, Alan Blacklock, Jackie from Egremont. We stayed at Salterbeck. I knew a lass called Mary. I was Scots but they called me Scotch Paddy. I wonder if anybody on this web remembers them. It was hard work. I also remember a showman called Matty Taylor from Whitehaven run machines.
