Clayton West, Church Lane And The Shoulder Of Mutton c.1960
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This is how we lived forty years ago: a quiet road, milk delivery by pony and trap to the pub, schoolchildren waiting for a bus - all bathed in sunshine. The Shoulder of Mutton still nestles next to All Saints' parish church in this old mill village. The Clayton West railway station operated between 1879 and 1983; it was later reopened, and provides a thrilling steam train experience for children and their parents.

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Memories of Clayton West, Church Lane and the Shoulder of Mutton c1960

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I have fond memories of sledging in chapel field. In winter, at the first snow, all the children would congregate to make a great track for our sledges. The speeds we could achieve down the hill!! And not a word of complaint from Alec Buckley the farmer -can you see that happening today? I remember 1963 when it snowed on New Year's Eve and the snow stayed till March! Happy days!
Eamon used to deliver milk on his cart by taking milk from his churn into your jug. His horse used to stand outside the pub till about 3 , then find its way home virtually on its own.
My grandmother lived in Clayton West and my four cousins and I often slept over. Her surname was Sleaford but I have no memory of the actual address. I have just very clear memories of the worn stone steps into the cellar and the bedroom we cousins shared, which was accessed via a short ladder from the stairs going upstairs, the door being set high in the wall. The room was tucked under the eaves - I don't suppose it ...see more
I was born in Huddersfield and lived in Clayton West until I got married in 1973. I lived in The Royds with my parent where my father was the local postman, in fact many of my relations lived in The Royds or near by. My fondest memories of the village are fishing in the dams which were located just of Bilham Road, creating really long sledging runs from what we, as children, called the the dam down the hill, ...see more