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Dornafield Midsummer Promenade
Totnes Rotary Club invited Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers to entertain at the Dornafield Midsummer Promenade along with other peformers. The weather was dry and cool for a mid-June evening and just right for some vigorous dancing!
Refreshments were available in the open air bar on this lovely caravan and camp site. A large crowd of holidaymakers and evening visitors made it a succesful charity fundraising event. The dancers rounded off their performance by inviting the audience to join in a massed processional dance which was great fun for the fifty or sixty who accepted the challenge!
Former Residents of Combe Fishacre
I, along with my three brothers and two sisters was brought up in Combe Fishacre House from 1965 to about 1988. My father lived there with his Aunt and Uncle (Neville and Anne Parry) who bought the house in the 1930's. The house was given to my parents in 1965 when we all moved in. We remained there until we sold it to the Longs in the late 1980's.
Much of our childhood was spent on Normans farm (owned by Frances and Aida Luscombe), where we helped out with milking, feeding cattle, gathering hay, etc. The Matthews were at Combe House (then the Monks, then Grant-Sturges's, then the Collins). Miss McVittie lived in the thatched cottage Old Walls until she died in the late 70's. She gave the cottage to Mrs Barbara Marsh who was formerly at The Combe Fishacre Lodge. Bill and Barbara Marsh used to keep enormous Pyrannean Mountain dogs in the tiny lodge, and used to let them... Read more
The Chudleigh Family
I am trying to research the Chudleigh Family. This is my mother's family. I would be grateful for any information.
May Fayre on Denbury Village Green 5th May 2008
Denbury May Fayre started with a procession in fancy dress from the local school children led by the May Queen and May King. All the entertainments took place on the village green and in front of the Union Inn. There were plant stalls, traditional village games, a Romany caravan, teas and a display of clog morris dancing by the Heather and Gorse Clog Dancers from Combeinteignhead.
Elsewhere on the Village Green there was a collection of vintage cars to admire. This was a really enjoyable day out and although I was busy playing my accordian for the morris dancers, I still found time to look round the other entertainments. I thought the maypole dancing by the older village school children was excellent. Who knows – maybe one day they will become morris dancers!
Morris Dancing at The Union Inn, Denbury
It was a stormy July evening with heavy showers bucketing down so the Union Inn on the village green at Denbury was absolutely bursting with people crowded around the bars. We should all have been outside the pub enjoying a display of Cotswold Morris and North-West Clog Dancing by two local Morris sides. More than a dozen musicians and dancers from "Harberton Navy" and "Heather & Gorse Clog Dancers" had arrived to spend a hoped for balmy summer's evening at this lovely pub! The crowd also included the local pub quiz teams so it was a packed pub!
Every now and again there was a brief lull in the fierce rain outside so the musicians and dancers would dash outside for a couple of minutes dancing.
This was an evening to remember!
Childhood in Broadhempston
I was born at St Joseph Cottages. I remember my first day at the village school, spam fritters, and Mr Matthews from the pub, with his dog called Measles, Marks from the shop, and butcher Lang in his van, who always gave the kids a slice of hogs pudding, happy days, poor but carefree.
Childhood Days
I lived in Kingskerswell as a young child and emigrated to Australia in 1986. I was 10yrs.
I missed it dearly and have fond memories although I forget the names of streets etc. I went to the local Primary school both old and new. I played conkers with my friends where the trees were opposite the church on bonfire night. We had days off school when it snowed heavily and tobogganed down my street (Park Rd) on my mum's catering trays. We went for adventures up the Kerswell downs and the boys told us scary stories and ran away. We played hide and seek and kiss chasey at the playing fields with Justin Harrison (my first kiss). After school we often went to a little tuck shop down a little lane on the left just down from the old primary school or if I was lucky and Mum picked me up we would go to the bakery and I would have a jam tart or slush puppy from the post... Read more
