Brampford Speke

Read and share memories of Brampford Speke and Devon inspired by Frith photos

The River

My family moved to Brampford Speke in 1972 when I was two and we moved away in the summer of 1977 to Bristol. We lived in the bungalow opposite the village pub. I went to the village school and spent most of the time down by the river. I learnt to swim in the river too. I remember the hot summers when everyone would go by the river, also the Silver Jubilee when we all went in fancy dress, playing skittles in the pub and looking for grass snakes in the churchyard! I still visit Brampford Speke as often as I can get down and still see some of the friends and familiar faces from when I lived there. I will ...read more here
Contributed by ALISON FLANNERY

The River

My family moved to Brampford Speke in 1972 when I was two and we moved away in the summer of 1977 to Bristol. We lived in the bungalow opposite the village pub. I went to the village school and spent most of the time down by the river. I learnt to swim in the river too. I remember the hot summers when everyone would go by the river, also the Silver Jubilee when we all went in fancy dress, playing skittles in the pub and looking for grass snakes in the churchyard! I still visit Brampford Speke as often as I can get down and still see some of the friends and familiar faces from when I lived there. I will ...read more here
A memory of Brampford Speke contributed by ALISON FLANNERY

Happy days at Newton St Cyres

At the moment I am 66 years old. I lived at Newton St Cyres from 1950 to 1952.
My father worked at J. G. Quicke's farm where in 1952 he was unfortunately killed and my mother and I returned to Cornwall. I can still remember going to the school at the top of the hill. Ahh! those were the days.
For anyone reading this who may have lived there at the same time my nickname was Trip. I seem to remember back in those days we used to have scorching hot summers for our summer holidays from school.
A few of the surnames I can remember are Hookway, Manley, Chamberlain, Vickary and possibly Redaway.
I must ...read more here
A memory of Newton St Cyres contributed by MIKE TREVENNA

The Wakely Family

I was born in Lower Shillingford (Shillingford Abbot) in 1939. My grandparents lived in Rectory Cottage, Higher Shillingford (Shillingford St George). My grandfather was gardener at the vicarage. He was also the sexton at the church, gravedigger, bellringer and caretaker at the church.
At Christmas time we would walk from Lower Shillingford to Higher Shillingford to attend the midnight service at the church on Christmas Eve. My grandmother would not attend the service as she was stone deaf. She looked after my little brother instead while we were at the service. It was always bitterly cold and I remember starlit nights and chattering teeth. The church was warm and bright and full of holly and ivy that my grandfather had collected ...read more here
A memory of Shillingford St George contributed by Rosemary Morris