Hayes Barton photos
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Hayes Barton maps
Historic maps of Hayes Barton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Hayes Barton maps
Hayes Barton area books
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Memories of Hayes Barton
Sir Walter Raleigh
Visited Sir Walter's birthplace at Hayes Barton and touched the house to link with his history and spirit. Beautiful location and could imagine him as a young man looking out over the same countryside that I could survey. It was a special moment and I could feel his presence and aura in the atmosphere of that special place. Found a loose piece of flint from the outside chimney running up the middle of the house into the deep blue, sunny sky. I felt at peace and at one with this great man and all that it brought to our history. Made me proud to be an Englishman and in my own way an explorer of the 21st century.
My mother became pregnant while we were living in Khartoum and she, my brother and I returned to UK as babies did not do well in the heat. No air-conditioning in those days. My father had to stay because of his contract.
My mother rented the chauffeur's cottage on the Bystock Estate. What a beautiful place it was. The manor house was mainly closed, just a small flat for the owner who ran a dairy herd. Every day the Jersey cows would pass the cottage on their way to milking.
My sister was born in the cottage - a home birth. My nana from Croydon came to assist at the birth.
I was told later that my mother had had a nervous breakdown and she forgot to send me to school. What a wonderful education I gave myself wandering around the Bystock Estate. I found a small cottage nearby. The garden was full of thistles and... Read more
It was 20th April when I married Joscelyn Hellier, who lived in Pear Tree Cottage. We were married by Rev. Reginald Kaye in St John the Baptist Church at Colaton Raleigh. It was a windy Saturday but it did nothing to spoil the joy of the event. Forty-three years after, we are still together, we have three grown up children living in various parts of U.K. and we live in sunny Southwest France in a lovely little hilltop village near to Bergerac.
Many happy memories of Colaton, including Joscelyn's late father and mother who lie side by side in the village churchyard.
I do have other memories of Colaton but they can wait for another time.
France,21st June 2006
Childrens' Convalescent Home
My memory of Budleigh Salterton is spending a couple of months or so at a childrens convalescent home in the spring/early summer of 1955.
I revisited the town a few years back to find that the old childrens home building is now a hotel and named Tidwell Manor.
I was 6 years old, recovering from meningitis and to find myself in such a wonderous and tranquil part of the world was quite truly amazing. Especially as I'd been railroaded in from downtown Birmingham!
After breakfast (my first experience of flapjacks) some of us kids would lazily saunter down the holly-bushed lane opposite the home, skirt the side of the old fleapit picture house (now the site of the Council House) to arrive on the beach where a morning was spent simply skimming pebbles out to sea. Failing that it was every kid for himself on the swings and slides that were in operation in the front garden of the home.
One event I recall was an organised sports day... Read more
I used to live in #1 when I was about 6 years old and have memories of climbing out of a window and sitting on the roof and looking out to sea. I also used to cycle off to school each day along this street. My father was in the Devon Constabulary and so we moved around a bit. I still have fond memories of Budleigh, particulary down on the beach when the fishing boats came in. I recall times when I would run home carrying (to me) a large crab, generously donated by some fisherman, but only after I promised faithfully to take it straight home and cook it. Ah, the innocence of youth.
I Have One of These
Amongst my grandmother's collection of photographs and newspaper clippings, I have a very similar postcard but with much stronger light coming through the windows. Mine was produced by A.J. Way, 65 Mill Street, Ottery St. Mary.
The Sweet Shop
As I recall, the 2nd house on the left was a sweet shop run by two old ladies. You were served over a half door, so you didn't need to enter the shop. I walked, with my elder brother, to this shop the day sugar rationing ended. I could not understand how we could get sweets without our ration books. I was afraid we would get arrested!