Bridgefoot Stranger
A Memory of Bridgefoot.
I visited Bridgefoot from the early 1950's to stay with my grandma and granddad at Ellers view next to the Dukes Head (which had been owned by my great granddad Thomas Bowness). Ellers View had its own back way into the pub. Though Londoners laughed at my 'northern' accent, in Bridgefoot I was always a strange Londoner, but OK as I was Hazel's young'un. We used to catch eels in the mill race before the weir collapsed and paddle round by the ford. I watched salmon being poached with a billhook and wandered the disused railway before the bridges were taken down. We continued to visit with my own children until my aunt (Violet Kavanagh) moved into town.
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