Yattendon

Read and share memories of Yattendon and Berkshire inspired by Frith photos

The hiding place

When I was ten years old this old tree was a delight. Ancient and hollow inside, we children were able to crawl inside while mother did her shopping. We watched people pass on their way to and from the blacksmith, the grocer or the butcher, firmly believing they had no idea we were there.  If we were lucky we would have been bought an ice lolly or a sweet to eat in the tree.  It was often thought by visitors that it was an oak because of the eponymous pub in the Square.  It was, I think, an elm.
Now the tree is long gone, replaced by something small but with nice seats around on a paved area where villagers can ...read more here
Contributed by Maggi Stamp-Loshak

The Well House

This was where everyone waited for the buses that took us east to Pangbourne and Reading or west to Newbury, our main shopping town.  Newbury had a thriving market twice a week and buses were frequent, eight per day.  
The Well House did indeed have a well beneath it and following a tragedy at the Royal Oak pub in which our next door neighbour was killed, the building was renovated.
Originally it was an open wooden structure supported on a low brick wall but after the deep well had been filled it had the sides bricked in.  Whilst this is less drafty when waiting for a bus it meant that we couldn't see it coming nor see who else was ...read more here
Contributed by Maggi Stamp-Loshak

fear of wells

The well incident at yattendon scared my father. We had heard about it through relatives and we lived in east tytherley at the time. I remember my father spending a weekend tapping floors and trying to lift flag stones in our kitchen because he was convinced that there was a well under our home- there wasnt.
Contributed by joy milligan

The Royal Oak

'The Oak' is the only pub and hotel in the village and in the fifties our next door neighbour was the cleaner there. She would cycle to the village from the farm on a heavy green bicycle in a slow and ponderous manner that has stayed with me to this day. I must have been about nine when the awful event happened that haunted me for years.  Police came to the village school one day to ask our neighbour's daughter where her mum was going that morning as she was not at work.  The doors in the porch of the pub had been sticking for some months and the cleaner had complained and asked for something to be done, to no ...read more here
Contributed by Maggi Stamp-Loshak