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Potter Heigham maps
Historic maps of Potter Heigham and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Potter Heigham maps
Potter Heigham area books
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School Holidays
I feel I could write a book as the memories were brilliant! We used to spend the whole summer there and I cried when I had to leave. I remember the boatyard which was run by Mr May, his son was called Billy and he was my brother's best friend. My mom used to give me 6d to go into Lathams and buy maggots to go fishing, and I would sit all day by Mr May's shop and watch the boats struggling to go under the bridge. My dad would take us sailing on the Broads even up to last year before my parents passed away, we would ALWAYS sit and talk about the memories they had and when they spoke not once was there anything said that they regretted. I'll always have great memories of both which I'm so pleased I can remember and also keeps me feeling young.
The Water Otter
Just by the road bridge on the Yarmouth side was a pub with a long grass garden which went down to the river, on the bank was a post with a notice on it which read "Don't disturb the water otter" and tied to the post was a rusty chain. Now the road to the bridge was like a grandstand overlooking the garden and people in the garden would encourage a friend to pull the chain and the people on the bridge, who knew about its secret, would cheer the person on to pull the chain VERY slowly so as not to disturb the water otter. Most people in those days dressed up to go to the Pub, slowly this MUDDY chain was pulled in spreading the mud on the victim until a large muddy, smelly kettle came out of the river at which point the victim would throw the hotter back into the river and invariably the chain would cover him with more mud much to the joy of... Read more
Family Holiday
As I read out the memorable words from a guide book about the low bridge in Potter Heigham, and thus to be extra careful, I was greeted with the words "Too late" as we rammed the bridge. Thirty years after this photo and we were still causing havoc!
Norfolk memories
Acting Sgt Sissen
My great uncle:Stephen Sissen, was policeman to Ludham from 1922 to 1936 Whilst serving in Ludham he received numerous commendations for his work and the Kings Silver Jubilee medal was awarded to him on 10th May 1935
Fairyland
As a child in the early 1960's my family used to holiday on and around the Broads. My most vivid memory is of a place I considered the most magical in the world....Fairyland in Ludham !! I know it is long gone now but I would LOVE any pictures or memories others have of this place. Sadly, although I know photos were taken my parents obviously didnt keep them and none have survived. I can recall it being rather overgrown with large wooden models of flowers and toys in glass cases having tea parties etc !! The object being to follow the trail and look for fairies ! I never found one but I loved looking !! There was also a very Olde Worlde cafe .
Sergeant Sissen
I knew Sergeant Sissen well as he used to meet the Hickling policeman in Catfield where I was born. Local police met regularly in what was called, I think, a "point". I was born in 1925 so I remember the two policemen standing by their tall cycles outside the junction of Catfield Street and Limes Road.
Canon Peter Nicholson
I loved Catfield, my home village, and the little school which, in my time there had almost 100 pupils up to the age of 14. Mrs M A Batchelor was head teacher and Miss Drake taught the infants. We learned such a lot and I remember learning so much about my country and the world from the huge maps which hung on the walls all around us. There were no school dinners; we just took sandwiches. Everyone was very happy. We played conkers, hopscotch, marbles, hoops, pop guns (with acorns as bullets) etc. I sang in the church choir along with many of my friends. The Revd Henry Lillingston was the rector but he went away to become an army chaplain in the Second World War. Canon Horace Wake served the parish for about 27 years and he was greatly loved. He had lost an eye at Gallipoli. He founded the scout troop in the village. Almost everyone in the village walked to church on Sunday mornings and evenings... Read more
