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Zeals House

I was evacuated to Zeals during the war from London, to I think, Zeals House. I recall the airfield, and I remember a local pub, which I think had a yew tree outside. My folks and military members would drink and dance outside under the tree. I recall a aircraft crashing at the airfield and burning. I don't know if the pilot escaped. That was my first contact with aeroplanes, and my interest in aviation grew from there. I became a pilot, and am still flying in Africa at the age of 68. Would love to hear some history of Zeals and the airfield, and perhaps correspond with someone who remembers the war years .
A memory of Zeals contributed by Peter Benniman

Home Sweet Home

The house on the right of the photo was my childhood home. My family lived there until 1991.
A memory of Mere contributed by Ian Norris

Sixties Longleat

Many fond memories of Longleat over the last 46 years: the freedom we all enjoyed as villagers to roam across the estate - the sixth Marquess was always very generous in this respect. The remains of the American hospital were still much in evidence then; dad would drive the car to one of the old stone ramps so that he could work underneath it! We'd walk across the park from Corsley before the reserve was built, and when it was finished and the lions introduced, we all worried that one might escape, but to our knowledge, they never did! Mum worked part time for the catering company J.G. Boyes who originally set up a cafe marquee near the house; this later ...read more here
A memory of Longleat contributed by Geoff Pridmore

Race you to the water

I am ordering a copy of this picture to send to my dear childhood friend, Peta Fenner. Peta celebrates her 50th birthday soon and it is quite possible that both her and I are in the photo. We would spend many days of our summer holidays playing in the paddling pool. The big pool was always cold and swamped with older children and we would have to build up courage to venture there. Our childhood was filled with laughter. We would giggle at anything and everything. From peering through the holes in the wood partitions separating the cubicles at the end of the pool. To laughing at how courting teenagers behaved. I remember us nearly ...read more here
A memory of Warminster contributed by Christine Mabbett