Looking South c1960, Robin Hoods Bay
Looking South c1960, Robin Hoods Bay Ref: R41077
Memories of Looking South c1960, Robin Hoods Bay
Happy Thoughts of Bay
I believe I am the girl sitting on the grass looking towards the sea in this photograph. My name then was Susan Groves and my dad was a fisherman. We owned a shop down the bank called The Shell Shop where dad sold many things including crabs and lobsters. He made me a boat which I used to row him out to his cobble to empty his crab pots or collect urchins. I loved Bay as a child and have many happy memories. It is truly a wonderful place and even though I left age fourteen I still return as often as possible and think of it as home.
Robin Hoods Bay & local memories
Read and share memories of Robin Hoods Bay and North Yorkshire inspired by Frith photos.
The Goodchild Delivery Horse And Cart.
The horse and cart in the picture belonged to my husband's uncle, Harry Goodchild.
He worked with Len Pennock delivering coal and other goods around Robin Hoods Bay and Fylingthorpe.
The delivery business started in the late 1800's by James Goodchild who was the local agent for the British rail parcel delivery service in the area. Because of the steepness of Bay bank (1 in 3) a special metal shoe was placed under one of the wheels to prevent the cart running away.
The man at the back of the cart wearing the cap is Len Pennock and the man in the middle of the picture walking towards the cart is Harry Goodchild.
Raw Pastures at The Top of The Hill Leading Down to Village
I was born in 1953 in a cottage at the top of the very steep hill leading down to the village. My mother ran a B & B from this address and we kept chickens and a pony. The neighbouring farmer used to let me ride on his wagon up through the fields and I remember one of his pair of horses being called Mudbrains! Highlight of my week was going down to the village to the bakery and choosing a cake - a long walk back up the hill for little legs. I walked with my mother to a local school and often classes were held in the field outside and we had quite a walk to where we had lunch. Unfortunately I do not remember what this school was called. My father was a sea captain and often away and we ourselves moved when I was about 6 but I have fond memories of the landscape, the sea and the wonderful view... Read more
