Alveston

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When I was a Lad....

Ahh.. What a rush of memories return to my mind as I ponder the view of the vale of Almondsbury laid out before me. I grew up in the lower village (then known as marshwell crescent). My father's family hailed from the deepest depths of Patchway common, where my Grandfather was the local Cobbler (always making ready the boots of the local gypsies as they prepared to make their yearly trek to Kent for the hop picking season, and paying my grandfather on their return from picking). I have wonderful memories of running, hiding, and enjoying family picnics on the tumps, and enjoying a glass of cool lemonade from the local pub (Swan on the hill), while my parents inbibed a ...read more here
A memory of Almondsbury contributed by Alan Jarman

Whitethorn Morris dance at the Iron Acton Folk Festival

The village of Iron Acton had both a Folk Club and a Folk Festival in the 1980's. I remember a beautiful summer weekend - probably 1983 - when Whitethorn Morris were invited to the Festival. We camped in a field at the back of the village pub which may have been The Lamb Inn. The dancers and musicians took over the field in our tents and vans and made the pub the centre of our weekend's activities. It was hot and sunny and we needed the pub not just for a cool beer but also for washing facilities for all of us campers! Whitethorn Morris looked good in their scarlet and blue kit and the Whitethorn Band sounded great with ...read more here
A memory of contributed by John Howard Norfolk

Annual visit

My parents, Fred & Marjorie La Touche, always took us to visit our great aunt & uncle Curtis,who lived at Cottage of Content in Harris Barton.At one time this was a pub, (perhaps someone has a photo of it ) but then it was a smallholding. Coming from the town of Swindon, it was marvellous to be able to go & pick plums from the orchard & tomatoes from the greenhouses. We used to arrive by train at Coalpit heath & walk from there under the viaduct & across the fields, which were always full of cows. Now there is a housing estate on the field. There were always gypsies camping at the back of the smallholding, down by the brook. ...read more here
A memory of Frampton Cotterell contributed by rose perry

Growing up in Filton

I was born in Plymouth of Welsh parents, there was no work in Newport Wales when my Father got out of the Navy, so, we moved to my Grandparents house in 50 Wallscourt Rd Filton, until our house 13 Canberra Grove Filton became available. My Father along with my Grandfather worked for the BAC, my Dad was a Blacksmith, I remember sometimes on summer nights walking up to meet him from work. I remember my first visit to get my hair cut at the hairdresser's above the corner shop in Filton (sweet & newsagents) I remember running up the road at night in the winter to the off licence with the pretty pink lights to buy my Dad's senior ...read more here
A memory of Filton contributed by Christine Flage