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Historic maps of Frankleigh and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Frankleigh maps
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Bradford-On-Avon| Winsley| South Wraxall| Avoncliff| Great Chalfield| Limpley Stoke| Iford| Iford| Freshford| Monkton Combe| Kingsdown| Bathford| Farleigh Hungerford| Bathampton| Trowbridge| Box| Combe Down| Widcombe| Hinton Charterhouse| Batheaston| Ditteridge| Swainswick| Bath| Norton St Philip| Charlcombe| Gastard| Melksham| Rode| Corsham| Colerne
Frankleigh area books
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The Old Ride
I first saw Frankleigh House through the trees in the distance as I was driven there for my first day at The Old Ride Preparatory School for Boys. The school and its predecessor had been based there for many years. As a seven year old it was an inspiring sight. What seemed to be a huge building in acres of lawns and green fields. Tennis courts, a swimming pool and cricket pavilion just part of the grounds. Inside, a stunning hall with wood panelling, flagstone floor and the smell of furniture polish. The dining hall with a stage at one end swagged with red velvet curtains. A library with an elaborate plaster ceiling. Large dormitories smelling of disinfectant. And the classrooms with underfloor heating (supposedly). Boiled cabbage, tyrannical rules and even as a non-boarder, seven days a week with prep not finishing until 7pm. Happy days.
The Old Ride
I was a day boy between 1966 and 1970. I was always in trouble and spent most of my meals on the punishment table. The ruling was tyranical, you had to eat everything on your plate and couldn't leave the table until you had done so; classical music was played during the main course at lunch time and talking was not allowed. The teachers were either eccentric or old fogeys found on the scrap heap. Plug, the head, ruled the place with a rod of iron, and after staff meeting on a Monday lunch time, on return to the school-room, he would see a line of boys against the window that had been pulled out by the equally tyranical head boy. He would stand there bolt upright, arms down by his side, one index finger rigid pointing, rapidly nodding his head as he scanned the row of boys, and getting redder and redder until he exploded - not a pretty sight. Snoop - he was so short sighted that when... Read more
Cainey Family
My grandparents, lived in Lower South Wraxall all their married life. They were married in St James Church and are buried in the churchyard, along with their son Harald. Their daughter Emily (Sis) as she was known, sang in the choir. She was married to Wally Harper and they also are buried there, also auntie Olive with her daughter Janet Webb. There is a memorial to her husband Albert who went down on HMS Hood. St James Church has an unusual saddle roof to the tower, this design is I am told, quite rare. I spent many happy school holidays with family in South Wraxall and have many happy memories. My grandparents Bert and Elizabeth had seven children, of which my father was the eldest son. Going further back, also buried in the churchyard are the graves of my great grandparents, Abel and Rosanna and their son John. I expect there are many more Caineys there too, but sadly in the over grown part of the churchyard. I last visited... Read more
Canter Across The Canal
It must have been around the late 1960s, early 1970s when my sister and I used to ride our ponies down to Avoncliff. We lived a short distance away in Upper Westwood and our mother liked us to ride along the tow path as it kept us away from the roads and any traffic that may spook our ponies. Avoncliff was a favourite place - at that time the aqueduct was dry and instead of going down and under the bridge we used to take our nimble ponies down the bank, canter across the bottom and leap up the other side! I'm sure our ponies used to enjoy it as much as we did as they used to start prancing around in anticipation as we came round the last corner and approached the canal.
The tow path was very overgrown and a haven for wild life. We pretty much had it to ourselves and once across used to canter all the way to Bradford on Avon, only slowing down... Read more
Kingsdown Golf Course
I lived in the house the other side of the trees on the right hand side of the picture. 1963-1981. My father (Bill) worked on the farm which was adjacent to the golf course. We often had golf balls through our kitchen window and over the high wall which enclosed our garden. A bit worrying when you think there is a road between the course and our house . Eventually the course layout was altered slightly so it didn't happen quite so often, but we still had the odd rogue ball right up until the 1980's. I often wonder if it still happens. Or maybe the quality of the golf played there is better these days. The club house now is unrecognisable from that in the picture - the trees are the only thing that is still there.
Totney House
The is a picture of Totney House on lower Kingsdown Road. I was captivated by this house as a small child walking past it, with its white-washed walls and thatched roof. I eventually got to go inside when a school friend's family moved into it in the 1970s, the views from the terrace at the back of the house were incredible, and the house itself was as lovely as I hoped it would be.
Totney House
I saw this house, inside and out in the mid 1980s and it was truly idyllic.
At the time it was owned by a Cdr Anderton RN and his wife. We wanted to buy it and as we had two young children it would have been perfect. Our house took too long to sell however, so Totney House was sold to some other lucky person.
I remember the tiled bathroom in particular but the whole house was lovely.
