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High Road c1965, Wembley
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I lived in Wealdstone but went to the Wembley Majestic every Saturday evening to dance to the Roy Kimber band. It was a great place to meet girls, but there was no liquor sold there and we had to go out to the pub down the High Street to get a pint! If we met someone we liked, the first thing was to find out where she lived. If it was in the other direction than Wealdstone we couldn't afford to take her home and then get back to our house, so it was a case of "see you here next week?" I eventually met my wife-to-be at a birthday party in Wembley. She lived there and she emigrated to the U.S.A. in 1959. I finished my apprenticeship at H.M.S.O. in Wealdstone and then followed her to the states six months later. We got married in 1961.

Camp Entrance c1965, Brampton
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The building you can see behind the tree left of photo was the main guardroom. At the back was the offices of the RAF Police and the RAF Regt. Opposite their office entrance was a grassed area where we had a wonderful standing aircraft - a jet Provost. One day whilst sitting in the RAF Police office, I glanced out of the window and suddenly realized that some wag had adorned the beast with eyelashes, and a big cheesy grin! All applied with 'bodge' tape. This was around 10:30 and apparently no one else had noticed - even though everyone who drove into camp was around 10 feet away from it as they drove past. Eventually, the whole camp knew and even the most senior officers were falling about laughing! The only one who didn't see the funny side?...the SWO! Don't you just love the SWO? (Station Warrant Officer to the uninitiated) - the person responsible for discipline on the unit! I suppose there was a certain irony when I inherited that same responsibility at RAF West Drayton c1990. However, I will always love RAF Brampton for something rather more personal. It was where I met my wonderful (late) husband, the station sheriff, Graham Laird.

Swing Bridge c1960, Huttons Ambo
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My great aunt, Muriel Dundas Legard, lived for many years in Huttons Ambo. She built a house called Colswayn and then built two other bungalows in the grounds; firstly Mynchon which she lived in for years, then Bardolf. My sister, brother and I have many many happy memories of visiting her and staying in the oasis she had created around her. Bees, veg garden, sheep in the field belonging to a farmer, and her old Ford Poplar car, which she'd drive up and down the drive as we stood shrieking with delight on the running board! We'd visit the farms as I was deeply into animals; and once stayed with Mrs Johnson near the church I think in Low Hutton as Muir was full-up, where we bathed in a tin bath, and had a brilliant time with the kindest person. I'd have been about 10 years old at a guess. When she could not longer manage living on her own, aged about 88 years, she moved into a home in Malton, Autumn Lodge (no longer there). She'd lived alone all her life, and once she'd settled into her new way of living told us that she was quite content, and that it wasnt natural for people to live alone! Just goes to show you learn new things all your life..... I hope Mynchon is still as loved now as it was then, and giving lots of pleasure to whoever lives there. I think there may still be a memorial bench to... Read more

Rivacre Baths c1935, Little Sutton
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Delighted to find photographs of the Rivacre Lido. I moved to Canada in 1966 after being born and raised in Liverpool. Most Sundays in summer my late parents and their friends' took us kids to a variety of outdoor lidos/swimming pools in and around Merseyside. Rivacre Valley stands out from the rest as being the most relaxing lido for the adults in our group, and for vivid memories of the brickwork, plants and flowers surrounding the pool.

Friends School c1965, Wigton
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I will cherish forever my memories of Brookfield, I was 11 when I started at Brookfield in 1980. For the first year I hated every muniute of every day, but purseverance from my mum paid off. I can honestly say the remaining years were the best years of my life. I feel very privileged to have been able to do so many things; rock climbing, fell walking, pot holeing ,wind surfing, skiing...the list is endless. To be able to live amoungst so many wonderful people was a great privilege (although at the time I didn't realise this). Now in my 40's how wonderful it is to be in contact with so many ex scholars. It wasn't until mid 1990 on a holiday to the lakes with my family, when on an outing to Wigton that I found out that Brookfield was no longer there, it was a truly sad day. I will hold my memmories of my days at Brookfield very close to my heart, always.