Bucks Mills
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Bucks Mills memories
Bucks Mills
I have such wonderful memories of going to Bucks Mills and staying in Kings Cottage with my grandparents and family. I used to go over to see Mamie Braund who lived in the old house on the opposite side of the road from the cottage, I loved to play with her old dog Dinah, a beautiful old Spaniel. Mamie used to let me go through to the pottery shop and I always left when it was time to leave the holiday with a Toby Jug. I can still recall the oil smell that emanated when you went into the house, not to mention I can still see Mamie in my mind's eye, the long hair tied back, the little moustache and ...read more here
Contributed by kathleen holloway
1960s in Bucks Mills
The earliest photo of me on Bucks Mills beach is in a pushchair from about 1951 -52! We were visiting for the day from my grandparents home in Bradworthy. In 1959 my grandparents, John and Gladys Dunn moved to Trundle Cottage (now Leat Cottage). For the next 9 years most of my Easter and summer holidays were spent there. I remember our very first holiday was at Easter 1960. We travelled by train (steam!) from Leamington Spa to Bideford where we were met by Grenville Braund in his big black car. We stayed at No 12, then thatched, for two weeks. We befriended other children whose grandparents lived in the village – Sean and Jane Rudman and their cousins Hannah and ...read more here
Contributed by Jonathan Asprey
Wonderful Bucks!
My mum first came across Bucks Mills when we went for a bodyboarding holiday in Westward Ho! before the march of the mobile homes..! Next year we stayed in Driftwood in Bucks itself and did so for the next 7/8 years until my parents bought an old farmhouse in Broad Parkham. I have stayed in Bucks many times since with friends and family and then with my own wife and children. It holds a magical attraction for me and holds my happiest memories from childhood. Mamie Braund, the fisherman's daughter, Edith and Grenville Braund, Joe and his wife, Mark and Noel ......... all Braunds! .. the crabbing, the fishing, selling the freshly caught mackeral in the square, gutted in the kitchen ...read more here
Contributed by nick neter
Summer Trip
What a lovely vacation we had that year. When I see photos of Buck's Mills, like this one, I am transported back to those precious days under the sun. People that live on in my heart are there. I remember so clearly the path by the store, I remember running up and down this road with my sister. We thought those moments would last forever. They do.
Contributed by Kelly Mitchell
My Home
I lived in the cottage at the right hand end of this picture, from 1987 to 1999, it made us sad when we had to leave.
Contributed by Michael Cornell
Extracts From Bucks Mills & Devon books
On the day Queen Victoria
died, the postmistress at
Lee`s old post office was
taking down a telegram
announcing the Queen`s
death when she was
struck by lightning in the
left eye and blinded.
An extract from from"Ilfracombe Photographic Memories".
Morte Point`s reputation as a sailors` graveyard was
never more deserved than on 26 October 1859 when
eight ships - the I`ll Try, the Matthew Thompson, the
Rose, the Thistle, the Hannah, the Clara, the Anne, and
the William Robertson, were lost. From one ship, all the
crew survived; from the other seven, all but four men
were lost.
An extract from from"Ilfracombe Photographic Memories".
It is thought that the first
ocean-going ships to visit
this harbour belonged to
the Phoenicians, who came
to trade for silver around
400BC.
An extract from from"Ilfracombe Photographic Memories".
The Velindra was just
one of the paddle
steamers that were
the lifeblood of
Ilfracombe`s tourist
industry in the latter
part of the 19th
century and the
first half of the 20th.
Before the building of
the pier, passengers
often had to be
ferried to and from
the steamers, which
anchored off Warp
House Point.
An extract from from"Ilfracombe Photographic Memories".
The slopes between Little Hangman and Sherrycombe, to the east, were often descended by
local women to gather laver (seaweed) from The Rawns. It was carried in 20lb bundles up
the steep cliffside and taken home to be cooked with vinegar and bacon. Laver is still served
in local cafes today.
An extract from from"Ilfracombe Photographic Memories".





