Reading a book about the old railway line that went through Braunston station and came upon this poem. Its autumn time in Braunston And now the forager swears The cattle rise and listen In the valleys far and near And blush at what they hear. written by Hugh Kingsmill 1889-1949
If any one has memories from parents about Bragborough Hall as a nursing home during the last war myself and many others who were Bragborough babies would love to hear from you. Terence Wilcox
I was born at Bragborough Hall in 1941 when it was used as a maternity home for mothers from London. My mother came from one of the nearby villages. If anyone has any memories of the hall I would love to know.