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Memories of Newhaven
My name was Susan Penfold and I grew up in a small house on Evelyn Avenue in Newhaven. My mother's mother was one of seventeen children born in Piddinghoe. I used to visit my grandmother's home and aunt Tops, auntie Else and uncle Pearce were kind to me. As a child they would give me home made cake and parsnip wine. I loved the river and I really loved the fruit trees and the chickens in their coops close to the river bank. I remember the beautiful feeling of walking along paths that many generations of my family had walked upon. The grass was so soft under my feet. I loved to turn the rocks over down by the river and see the crabs scurry away. I loved the winkles that my father would gather and cook for me. It was like heaven on earth and I knew in my heart God had created it all for me. I love fruit today because of lingonberries, raspberries, strawberries, blackberries etc., that... Read more
Watch House Duties
It must have been in the late 1960s, I was on duty in the old watch house and, as was my habit, I was hooking out whiting out of the Harbour. Fish that at the time had no commercial value at market, and the fishermen threw them back in. I was so engrossed in my angling when a voice behind said "What's all this then, what are you up to?". I turned and there was a policeman standing there, so I replied, "Fishing!". He thought I was being evasive, so I casually hooked a fish out and he was convinced. It really looked suspicious, as I was using a long handled broom and catching the fish on the broom head and flicking them ashore. Andy Relf was the policeman and we remained friends for a very long time, unfortunately we are no longer in touch, but if he happens to read this, perhaps it will make him smile as it does me.
Many's the time we wandered along the edge of the harbour and up and down the landing stages, studying the leathery faced fishermen's busy hands as they worked on the nets, or repaired lobster pots. We'd peep around, what seemed huge metal doors and gates clad in rusting wire mesh, to get a glimpse of the boat yards beyond, and if we'd enough in our pocket for a cup of tea, we stop at the cafe that looked across the harbour, and out towards the bridge on the left. The owners always had time for us, and if they had any stale bread and cake, they'd let us have it to feed the swans that swam among the boats just a few steps from their entrance, though needless to say, the swans only got what was left after we'd picked out all the edible bits.
It was from Newhaven that I had my first fishing trip. A family friend took us out in his small fishing boat, and the... Read more
The Newhaven-Dieppe Ferry in 1960
Pinner Grammar School had an exchange programme for students in Annecy and every year a party of 4th and 5th Forners travelled to France on the Newhaven to Dieppe Ferry. When I was in the fourth form I joined the school party which was very exciting as I had never previously travelled abroad. We sailed on the "Arromanches", a cross channel ferry built for the SNCF in 1940 but renamed "Vichy" during the German occupation unitl returned in 1947.
Arromanches sailed on the Newhaven to Dieppe route until 1964 and I still remember my channel crossing in her one sunny day in May 1960. A group of us got into trouble for playing with the ship's manual steering gear at the stern!
Living on The Coastguard Station
The year England won the World Cup (1966) I was 8 years old and living on the coastguard station at Newhaven with my younger brother, you could hear my late father yell as England lifted the World Cup, we beat West Germany. Other than that it was always lots of fun, from where we were we could clearly see the lifeboat house and the car ferries come and go.
Court Farm Road
I used to live in Court Farm Road. My friends' parents used to own the caravan park, my friends' names were Pat, Alan and another sister, their cousin Susan lived next door to me. I remember the neighbours going out with the Lifeboat when the cannon went off. I used to go to the big school on the hill, I think it was Gibbon Road. I started my time with the Girls Nautical Training Corps. I knew the skipper of the Meeching tug boat. I remember Brenda Underwood, Janice Chapman and her cousin. One of my teachers was a Mr Clark. Does anyone else know these people? My friends dad used to work on the farm near the caravan park. I now live in Perth in Western Australia.
Meeching Court Farm Caravan Park
My parents used to camp there before the Second World War, they used to go most weekends. My first memories of Newhaven were of camping after the war I was five. We used go most weekends. My father built his first caravan in the attic in our London flat then reassembled it on the site, we used it for weekends and holidays until 1952 when my mother and father decided to move down there permantly. We lived in the little van for a couple of years while Dad built the second and bigger van. After a year my dad took over running the site for Mr Bowles and my mum ran the shop and did the bookings and van cleaning for the caravan owners. We lived there until I left school 1957. Mum and dad moved to Lancing and I was working with polo ponies at Midhurst. I took my husband back to see Newhaven and the site in 1970, we met Mr and Mrs Bowles and they seemed the... Read more
Meeching Court Farm
My father's aunt and uncle lived in Newhaven. Ted Hoskins was his uncle's name, he was injured in the First World War and later worked at the lighthouse at the end of the breakwater before it was automated. His wife's name was May Jane. After the Second World War I went with my parents many times to Newhaven for holidays, always in September. In 1955 we stayed in a caravan on the Meeching Court Farm site in a caravan with the name 'Amy', it was situated on the hill and you could see the ferries come in and out of the harbour. The milkman came round each morning with the milk, my mother used to buy Channel Islands milk, thick with cream. The milkman was a man called Bob, and he used to come in a little van and blow a claxon horn. The van leaned when he got in, he was such a well-made jolly man. I think he later went to Canada, he used to live in one... Read more