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Figheldean, Wiltshire

Figheldean photos

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Figheldean, the Village c1950 photo

Figheldean, the Village c1950

Figheldean, St Michael's Church c1955 photo

Figheldean, St Michael's Church c1955

Figheldean, the Sluice Gate c1955 photo

Figheldean, the Sluice Gate c1955

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Figheldean maps

Historic maps of Figheldean and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis.   View all Figheldean maps

Figheldean map

Historic map of Figheldean

Wiltshire map

Illustrated Victorian map of Wiltshire

Figheldean map

Historic Map of any Figheldean postcode

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Figheldean books

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Devizes Town and City Memories
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Malmesbury Photographic Memories
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Salisbury Pocket Album
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Figheldean books
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Memories of Figheldean

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Figheldean Manor

In 1945, just before VJ day, I moved from Scotland with my mother, to Figheldean Manor, to join my father who was then based at RAF Netheravon. I had never seen houses with flint walls and thatched roofs before, moreover, I had never experienced the type of food that was then available. My first experience of asparagus, watercress, fresh trout and partridge, all food provided to or by residents at the Manor, to supplement the then rations that were available with coupons.
We shopped, such as was necessary, in Netheravon. I remember Sammy the barber with a lisp, who, in winter time, kept his hand held clippers beside the gas fired heater; these would burn the neck occasionally, which he said was just a part of the hair cutting experience, as he puffed away at his Woodbine, numerous of which he smoked continually and were permanently in his mouth.
I remember the breaking up of hundreds of the gliders at RAF Netheravon and the huge parachute drops on Salisbuty plain. Gliders or bits of gliders appeared as greenhouses, conservatories or in our village, after we relocated, a complete fuselage as a pub summer extension.
We moved from Figheldean to a house in Chisenbury East sometime in 46 and I went to Avondale prep school on the outskirts of Amesbury. I clearly remember the heavy snows of I think 47, when our village was completely cut off; then, relief as a few hundred DP's, as they were then known, former POW's, who dug through from Upavon to Chisenbury, just with shovels to enable food and coal supplies to get through. Then came the floods. but happily, our house was about 18" above the maximum flood level.
My father would cycle from Chisenbury to Netheravon to save petrol coupons, so that we could go to the markets in Salisbury or Marlborough at the weekend. We grew as many vegetables as possible to supplement the rations, any extra eggs that we obtained from local farmers, were stored in crocks, in something, I think called Isinglass, for later use. The local Pub, the Red Lion, landlord Mr Coombes, was an exchange point; spuds for carrots, beans for cabage etc. One highlight of village life, was when the pub licence was extended from beer and cider, to include wine and spirits; I remember a huge party to celebrate the event; I was left at home with my visiting Grandmother acting as child minder.
In these post war years, there were many shortages and many difficulties, however, the whole village seemed to combine in a form of mutual support. One slight problem was what to do with the contents of our thunderbox (Elsan) toilets during the heavy snows. At other times, the contents could be burried in the garden or surrounding area, under several feet of snow, this was a real problem.
Thieving, stealing, did not happen, save that we kids, would occasionally go scrumping apples. If caught by the local policeman, who visited the village on his bicycle from Enford, he would take his belt to us and beat us, worse, he threatned to inform our parents which would double the pain. Happily, he usually just let us off with a beating and by and large, we did not repeat the offence. Today, I suppose the poor policeman would be charged with some offence by the Social Services types and kicked out. Pity, that beating seemed to work.
Despite shortages of most things, life in the village was generally happy and certainly from the aspect of we kids, it was excellent. I have the fondest memories of my life from that period in Wiltshire.

Shared on 14 February 2009 by Ronnie Meredith.

Wiltshire memories

Small Arms Corps, Netheravon 1941 - 1945

I'm wondering if anyone can provide me with the exact address of the Small Arms Corps (I believe this is the Camp featured), that existed during the Second World War? My father was a weapons instructor stationed in Netheravon between 1941 and 1945, and I'd like to take him on a trip down memory lane in February. I believe the Military no longer exist in Netheravon, but if anyone has any memories of the Small Arms Corps (Infantry Heavy Weapons School), Middlesex Regiment or better still can remember Leslie Fordham (known as Wally), then please get in touch. He fondly talks of Jerry Seed and Georgie Best, and it would be wonderful not only to take him back to Netheravon (we live in Cambridge), but to meet up with others from his past.

Shared on 16 January 2008 by Linda Fordham.

Visiting history

My husband was stationed here in WWII, and married a girl from Bulford. They divorced but the family ties are strong.
We met the first wife's family and had a wonderful time. Also the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion Vets had a great time revisiting and reminiscing.

Shared on 15 March 2007 by Sheelagh Macdonald.

Home

Moved in here with my parents in 1972 and moved out in 1989. They still live there. So many memories of growing up living above a sweet shop!

Shared on 12 March 2009 by Linzi Coleman.

Extracts From Figheldean & Wiltshire books

Displaying a selection of extracts from Frith books about Figheldean, inspired by Frith photos.

Wiltshire Churches Photographic Memories

St Michael’s is a large flint and rubble church serving a tiny parish and a very small village. The tower is late Norman, except for the top; the arcades are Early English, and the aisle wall and windows, the clerestory, and the north chapel are Perpendicular. The tower top dates to 1851, and the tower may have been re-set. In the porch are two effigies of cross-legged knights, probably of the late 13th century. The stained glass in the chancel is by Powell and Sons, 1858-69.

This is an extract from Wiltshire Churches Photographic Memories.
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Salisbury Pocket Album

The importance of Salisbury to the military establishment after the war can be seen in this picture of Fish Row, just behind the Guildhall. A Pickfords lorry is fighting its way along the narrow street, possibly heading for the Military Tailors in the left foreground, or to the Servicemen’s Hostel next door.

This is an extract from Salisbury Pocket Album.
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Salisbury Pocket Album

The Cathedral viewed from the south has been a favourite subject for artists—including, of course, Constable. This particular view is from the Old Mill at Harnham, and shows the Mill itself, the river and the water meadows as well as the Cathedral. Harnham Mill is a very old building, dating from around 1500. Like the first photograph in this book, the timeless beauty of this scene has remained unchanged for more than half a millennium.

This is an extract from Salisbury Pocket Album.
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