Seasalter

Read and share memories of Seasalter and Kent inspired by Frith photos

Chalets at Seasalter

I remeber one of these chalets. It was owned by my grandmother, Enid Fenton (nee Belsten) between the wars. She was a teacher who trained before WW1. During the Second World War the chalet was inaccessible for security reasons.  We lived in Bromley in Kent but I went there a few times in the early 50's.  Does anyone know what is on this site now?
Contributed by Heather Fenton

Littlebrook, 1948-1950

We moved to Littlebrook late 1948. I got to like it here. My parents decided house not suitable so on market in spring. Liked going trainspotting to see Thanet Belle rush through. Had 2 friends, Sandy and Michael, both at King's Rochester. Cycled round area including Harty Ferry, Brogdale Road and all over Faversham. Liked the summer events e.g. cycle racing and motor cycle racing. Brightened up the summer as 'off swimming' due to illness. Father was a fusspot and almost spoilt the summer. Liked Hugh Curling's farm, seeing inside oast house, oh the fragrancy of hops! Those were the days the East End descended on Kent en masse. Years later, encountered Rex Neame (Shepherd Neame) and David Bensted (Bensted Brewery) ...read more here
Contributed by John Nurcombe

'The Red House' farm in Seasalter/ The Coppins's

My mother, Jill Coppins (née Shaw) lived in Seasalter with the Coppins family who adopted her from about 1946 to when she left about 10 years later. She lived in a farm house which was by a railway embankment. I think the farmhouse was commonly know as the red house, I don't know if that was the actual name of the farm. I went there in 1978 with my mother, who has since died, and the building was no longer there. I would like any one who has memories of that farm or the Coppins's from around that time to let me know any details about the family or farm.
Contributed by Lorraine Berkshire-Roe

Where we'd spend our tuck money

As a child aged 7 in 1955, I used to holiday with the Shaftesbury Society at a camp, just round the corner.  The camp had several dormitories, each accommodating about 10 children.  The fortnight I'd be there would be soley for disabled children and we'd have a ball, leaving our families, who meant well but the freedom was wonderful! We'd be taken to this post office by 'helpers' and buy fizzy drinks that were sold in bottles with the rubber and metal flip top. I remember inside the post office it was quite dark (probably in contrast with the summer sunshine outside). Of course we'd also be encouraged to buy postcards to send home which was a chore.  I'm sure I ...read more here
Contributed by Maggie Killin