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Loders photos (9 available)

Old photo of Loders

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Old map of Loders

Loders books (13 available)

Loders memories

haywards of loders

Loders, the Village 1903

John (1813) moved to Berkshire.  Thomas (1787), Robert (1759) and John(1738) are all connected to Loders by being born, baptised, married and buried here, or in surrounding villages.  Their ancestral home one might say.  Still tracing them further via Dorset OPC and BT records.  Collecting any photos related to these ancestors of mine and where they lived.  Photos bring back happy memories and are good records of events.
Contributed by Yoga-Prakash Saraswati

Haywards of Loders

Loders, St Mary Magdelene Church 1903

Wondering if anyone knows of Hayward family, buried in the churchyard surrounds, that farmed in the Loders area back to at least 1750 or further back.  Any info for family tree welcome.
Contributed by Yoga-Prakash Saraswati

Dorset memories

Haywards of Loders

Loders, St Mary Magdelene Church 1903

Wondering if anyone knows of Hayward family, buried in the churchyard surrounds, that farmed in the Loders area back to at least 1750 or further back.  Any info for family tree welcome.
A memory of Loders contributed by Yoga-Prakash Saraswati

haywards of loders

Loders, the Village 1903

John (1813) moved to Berkshire.  Thomas (1787), Robert (1759) and John(1738) are all connected to Loders by being born, baptised, married and buried here, or in surrounding villages.  Their ancestral home one might say.  Still tracing them further via Dorset OPC and BT records.  Collecting any photos related to these ancestors of mine and where they lived.  Photos bring back happy memories and are good records of events.
A memory of Loders contributed by Yoga-Prakash Saraswati

Extracts From Loders & Dorset books

Loders, the Village 1903

Loders was built in the domain of a Benedictine priory founded by the Norman grandee Baldwin de Redvers during the reign of Henry I. The present parish church formerly served the priory; the beautiful gardens of Loders Court surround the church.
An extract from from"Dorset Pocket Album".

Loders, the Village c1955

A dog sits patiently in the middle of the road. Perhaps its master is a few yards away in Loders' public house, the Farmers Arms? Loders has changed little in fifty years, though the outskirts of Bridport have crept nearer.
An extract from from"Dorset Revisited Photographic Memories".

Loders, the Post Office and Village c1955

This attractive little village in West Dorset stands at the junction of a number of ancient packhorse trails. Some of these, leading from the sea, were used by smugglers until well into the last century - or so one or two of the locals will tell you.
An extract from from"Dorset Living Memories".

Charmouth, Rivermead Caravans c1960

These holiday caravans are sited behind Rivermead House. This was among the ‘horror pictures’ used by the land agent John Cripwell in order to encourage Lord Antrim and the council of the National Trust to buy two thousand of acres from Lyme Regis to Eype. Mobile homes between River Way and Bridge Road, on the west bank of the River Char, have also been targeted by nature, notably in a flash flood in the 1970s.
An extract from from"Lyme Regis Photographic Memories".

Charmouth, the Beach c1960

There are sea defences (top left) where Lower Sea Lane converges with Higher Sea Lane. Below, a shingle beach with patches of pea-grit provides a spot for rest and relaxation between Raffey’s Ledge and the Mouth Rocks, where the River Char enters the sea. Evan’s Cliff is to the east (centre), followed by the higher cliffs of Cain’s Folly and Golden Cap (top right). Jane Austen writes in ‘Persuasion’: ‘Charmouth with its high ground and extensive sweeps of country, and still more, its sweet retired bay, backed by dark cliffs where fragments of low rock among the sands make it the happiest spot for watching the flow of the tide; for sitting in unwearied contemplation.
An extract from from"Lyme Regis Photographic Memories".