Nailsea

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Brockley Hall

I believe that my great grandfather Robert Landeman Jones owned Brockley Hall but I am unsure of the date, I am guessing it was the 1870s.  I think that he later moved to Weston-super-Mare.  My brother and I have a photo of the old house.  I also have a diary that my great grandfather kept for the years 1896 and 1905 which has fascinating detail about  his accounts.
A memory of Brockley contributed by Rosamund Garrod-Mason

My home

I have lived in the village all my life, all 29 years of it. I have lived in 3 different cottages, the 1st was opposite the village hall, I am 1 of 4 children and I have many happy memories of living there till just before my 10th birthday. My father then got offered a bigger house just up the road. That was a very special house a lovely big garden plus I had my own room!! I then left school at 16yrs and worked for Sir William helping my father maintain the cottages and land. I was then fortunate to be offered my 3rd home in the village  - where I have brought up my two young children and me ...read more here
A memory of Walton-In-Gordano contributed by amy maguire

Portishead - our first house

My wife and I bought our first house at Portishead, South Road, it was £2,200, we could only borrow, so the monthly payment was the same as a week's wages, no overtime or my wife's wages taken into consideration. We had three children and some happy times. I worked on the coal boats and then Albright and Wilson phos factory.
John Burge.
A memory of Portishead contributed by First name Last name

Margaret and Wallflowers

Margaret and wallflowers
The year was 1950. I was thirteen years 'old' and walking along this beach with Margaret, her brother John and my brother, Peter. When we arrived at the spot where the man is sitting in the photograph, I looked up and saw wallflowers growing on the cliff face.
I decided to climb up and pick some for Margaret. When I became level with the flowers, about fourteen feet above the beach, (it seemed much higher), I held on with my left hand and picked a few with my right.
As locals will know the rock here is very loose and crumbly, and the piece I was holding onto came away in my hand. I remember ...read more here
A memory of Portishead contributed by Tony Warren