Triangle Row

A Memory of Norland Town.

We moved in to number 13 after we got married. Our first visitor was unfortunately a policeman with a warrant for the previous owners arrest. I'm sure we were not alone in the house. We often used to hear an over the door type bell and were later told it used to be a sweetie shop. Something used to flit past the kitchen door which you would see out the corner of your eye, but never for long enough to say what it was. I also used to hear the sound of long skirts and petticoats when I was in bed. There was an air of confusion. Not surprising really. The cottages were weavers cottages and there were/are trapdoors from the living room to the bedroom and then on to the attic. All the attics were connected by doors and there was a big trapdoor in the floor of the one at the end where the cloth could be lowered into a wagon. The horse trough was still there when we left. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to see about 15 cows in the pub car park. I phoned the police but I think they thought I had been dreaming, maybe I had. We used to have a fresh spring in the garden, but the house up the hill put up a garage and they must have cut it off. The church was one of the most welcoming I have ever been in. Half way through the service once, a tramp walked in. I have been in loads of churches where the congregation would have turned away but everyone just brought him in and made sure he was comfortable before the service continued. I think the church closed due to lack of numbers, but I still have a plate with the printed name on it. I remember brambling at the pond, they were great. It wasn't something that was done at the time so there were loads. We left in 1991 but triangle is part of my history now, I'd love to know if here is still a presence in number 13. Kate