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Ivy Cottage Winter I Think of About 1981
We had such a tremendous snow fall I believe it was difficult to open the back door due to snow drifts. However my girls Sam and Lucy put on the boots and coats and gloves and we trudged literally through the snow down past Pinfathings to Nailsworth, where real people and stores were mingling and we able to delight in some treats and then tredge back up the hill to Ivy Cottage. 1981 my girls and I are all doing well, Lucy has 4 beautiful girls and Sam is married. I am working with oncology patients now and am thoroughly enoying it. This seems to be the perfect fit for me. If any of you are neighbours or old friends I trust that you are all well and enjoying life. Take care, Marianne
Girlfriend Memories
I think that this is the correct year, but time marches on and memory plays tricks. I was a young soldier stationed about a mile or so away, taking a basic wireless course. I recall that there was a dance advertised in Upton and even though I was a terrible dancer (all feet), I walked to Upton with a buddy from camp. I noticed a very pretty girl who was not dancing and so asked her to dance, telling her that I was all feet. We got along famously and I found out that she was the daughter of the Railway Stationmaster. We had great times together and I recall one memorable date when we went to the Christmas Eve Service at Gloucester Cathedral. All too soon my course ended and I returned to Catterick. We corresponded for some time, but we finally drifted apart. I have very fond memories of that girl (whose name I will not mention in case she still lives around Upton... Read more
Ice Skating on The Port
In the very cold winter of 1963 the canal port (known as the polly basin) froze over we were able to go iceskating , Brimscombe Hill had deep snow drifts and was shutdown but we still got the papers delivered !!! I was a paper boy at the time aged 11 yrs
The Port Inn, Brimscombe
I first knew Brimscombe in the 1950s. I was brought up between Toadsmoor and Middle Lypiatt. In this starkly isolated location, it took a devoted beer drinker to travel through the darkness to the nearest pub. My Dad was of such a breed, and every evening he would go to the Bottle and Jug of the Port Inn in Brimscombe, more or less opposite where the Brimscombe Poly School was. You may have spotted that this was not the nearest pub to us, but my Dad favoured no-nonsense red brick terraced affairs to majestic places like the Victoria, Bourne Bridge (was that the name?). This is probably because he hailed from Kidderminster where such pubs were de rigeur. I think the Port was owned or managed by a family named Gardiner. Sadly the Port Inn came down or was closed, probably in the 60s. Anyone else remember it? Fred Potter
Snow 1963
Having moved into Walls Quarry with my husband in 1961, I too remember the snow. It started to fall on Boxing Day 1962. We had a job to get home from Gloucester by car during theafternoon.
By March '63 it was still thick and frozen hard. The postmen had difficulty doing hillside deliveries out from Brimscombe Post Office. Three of them had a week's holiday due, and were unable to take it before the 'end of the year' (end of March). As I had done a round before Christmas, Mrs Perkins the Postmistress, asked if I could do one for three weeks, to give them their break. Yes I could.
I was given Bagpath and across to the Knoll, Swells Hill and Water Lane, which meant up and down hillside paths solid with ice, and across the common below Bownham, as well as still uncleared roads (carrying the heavy loaded bag). To start with I lost my way a few times, which meant retracing steps across the ice,... Read more
The Potters' Cottage on The Hilltop
I knew Fred Potter and his family in the early 1960s - Fred and I dated for a while. Many times we got off the bus on the main road (I lived in Nailsworth), often straight from school - he at Marling, me at High School. We'd then walk past the lake and up that hill - seemed no distance in those days - to be greeted with a lovely tea from his mum - and then some Charlie Parker from Fred's record player. I remember how remote it was - Mrs Potter getting water from the old pump in the kitchen telling me that all manner of things would often appear in the water! Other water came from a spring in the opposite hillside - fetched by hand. Then there was the Elsan loo down the garden - with lots of foliage round the door. As Fred says - isolated it certainly was and in my youth I never truly appreciated the beauty of the place. I've been back... Read more
My First Fish!
With a borrowed rod, I caught my first fish in Stouts Hill Pond.
The fish took my hook quite deeply and after dis-gorging the hook, we assumed that the fish was dead and my friend Reg Thomas took the fish home to Dursley to feed it to the family cat!
On arriving home, Reg discovered that the fish was still alive and while it swam around in a fish tank for a few days, it did eventually die. Sad.
Ken Cook
