Flamborough

Read and share memories of Flamborough and North Humberside inspired by Frith photos

No Houses!

This photo shows the street on which we lived around 1948 - but before the houses were built! We lived at 15 Woodcock Road, right across from what was known as Donkey Lane, which was a short cut to the centre of the village and to the school. There was a fisherman's shack on Donkey Lane, where we could get some freshly boiled crabs legs to eat on the way to school.

Later, in the early '50s we lived on Flamborough Head, where my father was the manager of the Flamboro Head Golf Club for a number of years. Really, my most favourite childhood memories took place in these homes.
Contributed by Kathy Bousquet

No Houses!

This photo shows the street on which we lived around 1948 - but before the houses were built! We lived at 15 Woodcock Road, right across from what was known as Donkey Lane, which was a short cut to the centre of the village and to the school. There was a fisherman's shack on Donkey Lane, where we could get some freshly boiled crabs legs to eat on the way to school.

Later, in the early '50s we lived on Flamborough Head, where my father was the manager of the Flamboro Head Golf Club for a number of years. Really, my most favourite childhood memories took place in these homes.
A memory of Flamborough contributed by Kathy Bousquet

The Yorkshire Belle

I spent many holidays in Bridlington as a child, my aunt and uncle lived here in a prefab near the Priory Church so each summer this is where we came. I have fond memories of the Yorkshire Belle, it seemed much bigger somehow then but perhaps it was me who was much smaller! I have now retired to Bridlington and the Yorkshire Belle still does it's sailings to Flamboro Head and back.
A memory of Bridlington contributed by Susan Peel

Black Bull

I will always remember nights sat outside the Black Bull with my parents and 2 sisters. Although it was August, the weather was chilly. There was a juke box out back on a sort of covered terrace and every time I hear 'Johnny Remember Me' by John Leyton, I am transported back to Barmston. We stayed in a tiny caravan on what is now the huge Barmston Beach Haven site and there was just one tiny shop.We had to walk into the village for certain things and as it rained plenty,the road was covered in huge slugs!! We did have the odd sunny day and have photos of us near those huge conrete blocks that sat on the beach.I remember the ...read more here
A memory of Barmston contributed by Sylvia Richardson