Lacock, Church of St Cyriac c1955
Lacock, Church of St Cyriac c1955 Ref: l1007
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Lacock, the Corner House, Church Street c1955
Ref: L1014
My father's cousin, Kitty Mortimer (nee Barratt) lived here with her husband Leslie, and their two daughters Andrea and Lynn - mostly throughout the '60s and '70s. I believe they rented the house from the National Trust, as I remember they had to open it to the public at least once a year. (It was a fascinating house inside, although the biggest problem was flooding in times of heavy rainfall - the house used to flood as much as waist height sometimes, and I think the insurance companies used to groan when the Mortimers phoned up yet again for new furniture, carpets, etc.!)
Shared on 04 August 2006
Gastard, Village 1907
Ref: 57826
The pub in the picture is the original H&C which was burnt down only a few years after this picture was taken. The pub was then rebuilt further back from the road. There are still elderly people in the village who remember their parents and even their grandparents going to the local for their usual.
One old lady's husband used to go to the pub a lot. Mrs Liddle lived at the top of Velley Hill until the 1960s I think, when a lorry drove through her living room and she was relocated to The (then relatively new) Close at the bottom of the hill before the pub. Sadly, she's now passed away after years of giving sweets to the village kids.
My younger brother was the first baby born in the village for many years, causing quite a stir and ending in many visits from the elderly village residents who knew the couple who lived in the house before us, and who are now buried in the village.
Shared on 29 August 2008
I did not live in Derry Hill, but rented a cottage there, Primrose Cottage, in 1990. I was introduced to Wiltshire in the 1980s by my husband's mother who had been based near Pewsey in the Land Army during the Second World War. When I first visited Wiltshire it was to visit Avebury and later to stay at Chisenbury with people that my mother-in-law had known in the 1940s. I fell in love with the county as soon as I crossed the border, loved the landscape, the feel of the place, as if it was a homecoming of a kind. So, in 1990 we rented Primrose Cottage. The youngest of my two sons was four and the other 14. I remember loving the quiet, loving the old houses and the little school, lying in bed in the early morning (it was August) and watching the trees at the end of the garden blowing about in the wind as it was getting light. I thought that I could live here and that it must be a wonderful place in which to bring up a family. There were two little girls living next door and my 4 year old quickly made friends with them and was in and out of their garden every day while we were there. The old houses from the Bowood Estate were beautiful and the view from the end of the road, opposite the ornate gatehouse, down the hill towards Somerset, were stunning. It was near to Calne and Chippenham. There was a large supermarket on the Chippenham road, just minutes away and it took less than half an hour to drive into Bath. Alas we lived, and still live, in London and as yet committments prevent us from leaving. Both children are grown up and have left home, but I think often of that week and still sometimes wonder if it is too late to move there. It would be the home of my choice.
Shared on 20 August 2009
Recently I have been researching my family history. The Brinkworth family are my great grandmother's ancestors, going back further, they were from Lacock. The Brinkworths lived at Sandy Lane, and at the cabin, Chittoe. I have information on this family, but need more. Not sure of address as on census it only states Sandy Lane, Wiltshire.
Shared on 01 April 2008
Chippenham, Town Bridge from the Island c1955
Ref: C294036
We used to do our fishing further down the Avon, behind the old Oxo factory where the workers used to throw lumps of Oxo across the river to us to eat.
Shared on 14 October 2009
