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The Fun Fair c1955, Hunstanton

The Fun Fair c1955, Hunstanton

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Missing Bell

The Lighthouse c1955, Hunstanton
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I used to work in Thomas's arcade and I lived at old Hunstanton, so I would walk to work. I would always walk along the cliffs to go home, and it was on my way home one night at about 11pm that I noticed that the bell in the gardens had gone; it was there when I went to work that morning. Strange really after all the years it was there, someone waited until the sixties to pinch it. It was a wonder that myself or my friends did not get the bame for the theft as we did rather fracture a law or two in our teenage years. The strange thing is I always look for it in photo's, even now.

My First Memories When we Moved to Hunstanton

My mother, Queenie Grounds, was the headmistress of Lynfield House School from 1946 until 1953, when we moved from Lynfield to The Homestead at the top of Sandringham Road, where it met Lynn Road. When we first moved to Hunst'on we lived in a tiny summer cottage at the bottom of Seagate Road while my parents searched for a house where they could have a school. Next door lived two elderly ladies, whom I used to visit, and I remember they would buff my nails with a nail buffer until they shone like nail polish. I believe these two lovely ladies were lost in the flood of 1953 as their home sat on the corner as the road came down from Seagate to the sea front. The house we rented was cold, and I don't mean cold, I mean frigid, and I remember the ice forming on the windows inside! I used to scrape off the ice in order to look out the window. But the most vivid memory of... Read more

If I'd Known Then What I Know Now...

The Glebe Hotel 1901, Hunstanton
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I've picked the year '67 but I honestly don't rememer, it was '67 or '68, possibly even '69. Anyway, my friends and I used to frequent the ground floor disco in The Glebe every weekend. It was the highlight of my week and I really looked forward to it, especially as I was going out with a wonderful young man at the time and we would meet up there. I don't think I ever recovered when we 'finished' but I was pressured by my parents at the time who were clearly very unhappy by the whole business. I couldn't understand what the problem was and became a very sullen unhappy teenager. I thought he was wonderful and by far the best 'date' I'd had up to then. Imagine my horror then, on discovering many years later, that The Glebe was a house of ill repute! No wonder my parents weren't very happy, goodness only knows what they imagined we got up to whilst there, even though it was... Read more

Albert Hern

High Street c1955, Hunstanton
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My grandfather was Albert Hern. He built the houses on the cliffe - Belgrave. He lived in the end house still standing. He was well known. I lived at 10 Beach Terrace as a child (now gone ) and revisited many times.

My Father

High Street c1955, Hunstanton
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My father, ARTHUR PERCY CRUMP, was born in 1898 in London, but orphanned in 1901. He was sent to Heacham with his older sister, EDITH. The 1911 Census shows him living with foster parents....Samuel Groom, his wife, daughter and 2 other "boarders" at 2, Garden Terrace. His sister was housemaid to a Mrs. D. Steward. He spoke of leaving school at 14 and being sent to work on a chicken farm.........he said it was his job to shampoo the chickens before the owner took them to local shows !!! He left Heacham sometime after 1914 and returned to London, but had happy memories of a boyhood in the village.

Ponies, Donkies And Roses Don't Mix!

I worked with the ponies and donkies in the mid to late 1960s. Sometimes we would take them home to their field via Seagate Road, there would be about 4 or 5 of us riding ponies and the donkies would follow but quite often they would stop and chomp on people's flowers, especially roses. They would lean over the walls and tuck in, many a time someone would come out and shout at us. Sometimes if the tide was right we would be able to ride them back along the beach up to the slope where the boats go down to the water, that was great. My pony's name was Chummy. I  can remember some of the names - Nibbs, Tony, Mary, Gerry the donkey, Inky and Jenny. I wonder if anyone has any old pics of them.


Golden Lion Hotel Theatre c1965, Hunstanton
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I worked and lived at the Golden Lion Hotel, beginning when I was 19, fresh out of Westminster Hotel School, when I was a trainee/assistant manager there from 1959-63 or 64, with the exception of the winter of 1962/63 when I worked in a luxury hotel in Munich, for the experience. My German friend, Reinhardt Willner, a waiter in Munich, came back with me (a mistake) and worked in the restaurant at the Golden Lion. He married one of the English waitresses and never made the effort to treat my position with respect. It was a very busy hotel with a lot of function dinners (especially Masonic as we had a temple built into the hotel), crazy bank holiday weekends where, when serving in either cocktail or back public bar, all you could see were three rows of outstreched arms clutching empty pint mugs requiring refills.

Mr and Mrs Hinchliffe were the managers (ex Todmorden, Yorks). One day while relieving the barman, Scottie, for his lunch break in... Read more

The Plumb And Spicer Families

Does anyone have any memories of the Plumb or Spicer family from Hunstanton.

Gas Works

Ii remember as a small child the excitement of our train drawing away from Heacham station and finally stopping at Hunstanton, then carrying our cases to a caravan at Searles. Another enduring memory is of waiting as a shunting engine moved coal into the now long gone gas works. Would love to find a picture of these trucks being shunted through the (as they seemed then) great gates.


My dad used to drive the speedboat, I used to go for rides as a child, it used to seem so fast. All the holiday makers used to scream, it was great fun. I used to help with the beach ponies and donkeys in the summer holidays. Has anyone got any memories to share?

Seal Trip Boats

My grandparents used to take me on holiday in their motorbike and sidecar to Hunstanton and Heacham when I was a small boy. It would have been between 1948 and 1950.
I remember vividly going on a boat with wheels down the pebble beach, and being ferried out to a larger ship where we would be taken further out to sea to watch the seals. I am not sure if these trips which I describe were from Hunstanton or Heacham or somewhere else in the vicinity, but we were based at a caravan site in Heacham, with chickens laying their eggs underneath.
Could someone verify and add to my story and does anyone have photos of these boats with wheels, which I think must have been WW2 landing boats.


My parents had a caravan in Heachem and as children we used to visit Hunstanton all the time. My fondest memory was the motorboats. I used to feel very grown up driving the boat on my own under the little bridge. It probably wasn't as big as I remember but was the highlight of my holidays.

Does Anyone Have Any Photos of The Old Iron Bridge in Hunstanton

Hi, Does anyone have any pictures of the old iron bridge that crossed South Beach Road? It was next to the house that is adjacent to the roundabout near what is now Tesco. If your photo includes this house that would be fantastic. The house is now in my ownership and I would love to know more about its past if you can help. Thanks, Martin.

Height Weight Etc

Can anyone tell me the name of the couple who did the scales and heart beat etc on the prom near the Kit Kat, they were certainly a must for most day trippers. I wish I had their stall.

Hunstanton - 1953 Floods

Phyllis Papworth was one of the several sisters who were about when this great flood and tempest happened - I think she was a little older than me, as I remember Jennifer in my class, and Susan was younger.O nly one of the sisters survived the flood - she was staying with a friend, but the rest of her family were lost. Jennifer was a very pretty girl in our class,a nd was distinguished by a pronounced dimple.

East Coast Floods

Does anyone have any memories about the 1953 floods? My aunt Phyliss Papworth and her daughters Suzanne, Jennifer and Patricia who lived in South Beach Road all drowned, but her other daughter Janet was at a birthday party at a house near where Manor Park caravans are now, and was safe from the floods. I wasn't born until 1958 so I only know what my mother told me about her sister Phyliss. My mum died in 1990 and I would like to hear from anyone who has any memories of them or the night in question.

Caledonian House

My father helped out Caledonian House and my mother was an usherette at the Picture House in Hunstanton. My grandmother Cecilia (Cissy) and her husband Eddie ran Caledonian House and also had a garage behind it where my dad did help out occasionally. My grandmother ran Caledonian House for some while until her roots took her further afield to Wales. Dad then went to work for Skip Searle in the early 50s and was in the Fire Service with Uncle Burt Wells also. My dad was involved in the rescues during the floods in 1953. Has anyone any memories?

Hunstanton of The Past

I remember the railway station well, I used to travel to King's Lynn nearly  every week with my mum when my dad worked for the conservancy board as a coxwain on the pilot cutter. Can anyone remember the iron bridge that went across the tracks? We used to go over there to get to the Blue Lagoon swimming pool. After it was demolished our school used the pool on Manor Park. I can also remember the old gas works at the bottom of the cornfield. I lived at 97 Waveney Road and my dad worked there for a time with Les Kenny, they always came home with black faces. My mother Elsie worked at the onion factory for a number of years, now the sorting office.

Burt And Aunty May's Shellfish Stall

My Uncle Burt and Aunty May had a shellfish stall in Hunstanton on the sea front by the old red sea mine.  I would only have been a mere youngster then. I can remember going with my Uncle Burt Wells to Wells-Next-to-Sea to pick up the bags of cockles for the stall. I can remember the Kit Kat Club down Seagate Road.  My Uncle Burt and Aunty May lived down Seagate Road. I lived in Waveney Road with my mum and dad. My dad used to work with Geoff Searle on the 'Ducks' and was also in the Fire Service at Hunstanton during the floods.

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