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Bassenthwaite| Cockermouth| Uldale| Ireby| Braithwaite| Brigham| Boltongate| Keswick
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Hundredth Anniversary of Wordsworth's Death
I was born in Bridge Street and went to Fairfield School, or "Fairfield Junior Mixed" as it was called when it became Co-Ed in about 1948. I remember the whole class having to walk up to Harris Park and stand round the fountain shown in the picture. Unfortunately we had to hold a daffodil during the walk and then recite Daffodils when we were round the fountain. I noticed when I was in Cockermouth a few weeks ago that the fountain has moved onto the Main Street into the Memorial Garden opposite Wordsworth House. The Garden is on the site of my grandparents house and the Wordsworth tavern.
BRIGHAM CHURCH
Brigham is a village a couple of miles west of Cockermouth. Much of the church at Brigham is Norman, dating to 1080 and has connections to the Wordsworth family. At the time the church was built Cockermouth was part of the Brigham Dioscese. My connection with the church and the village is that I was christened there in 1942, grew up as part of the choir and for a short time deputised as stand-in organist when Elsie Beattie was unavailable. It is a beautiful church close to the River Derwent.
Jennings Brewery
The buildings in front of the Castle are part of the famous Jennings brewery, built in 1887 and still thriving, albeit no longer independent, but part of the Marstons empire.
Achille Ratti Hostel
In 1953 I was a boy scout with St Patrick's 17th Widnes troop when we had our annual camp in The Lake District. I remember getting off the steam train at Windermere station where there was an old single decker bus waiting for us to take us on to our destination, after loading all our kit the bus set off and chugged through Ambleside and Grasmere and on to Dunmail Raise where we alighted at the "Achille Ratti" hostel which is still standing to this day along with the AA box that was close by. After settling into our bunks in the domitory that night we were given a fright by a loud banging on the wire mesh which covered the windows, when we plucked up the courage to have a look outside we were confronted by figures covered with white sheets that had us scuttling back to our bunks and diving under the covers, we didn't get much sleep that night! It turned out to be some of the... Read more
Uldale - The War Years.
My mother and I lived in Uldale during the war years, while my father was abroad with the RAF. I recall there were only two cars in the village. We had no electricity, we had paraffin lamps for light, cooking was done on an open fire and oven. My mother always said the cakes were always perfect. We had a radio, this was run on batteries that were brought from the Uldale post office just across the road, they were recharged, large glass-like things that would nearly always run out half way through the play or programme that Mum was listening to. I recall going to the village school just past the post office on the right. There was only one classroom for all the children, youngest at the front (that was me) with the eldest going to the back. It was felt that if you learnt to read and write you were doing well. The school teacher had a fierce face. My father home from leave arrived one day... Read more
The George And Dragon Pub
I was born in the pub in 1939 and when I was eight months old my parents sold the pub to the Workington Brewery and we moved to the Qeens Head at Distington.
Fell Walking in The Lake District
Memories of Hope Memorial Camp--Easter 1958--thirty of us second year pupils (age 14) six fourth years and four teachers travelled from our school in Hertfordshire by coach to London Euston to go by train to Penrith.
Quite an adventure, I was bitten by a dog on the train, never told my mum.
At Penrith we changed trains and went on to Braithwaite, on arrival it was getting dark as we pushed our luggage on the station cart up through the village to the camp.
It was dark when we arrived and after such a tiring journey we snuggled into our sleeping bags and settled on the floor of the larger hut and went straight to sleep.
In the morning we looked out of the windows--snow, lots of it, at least two feet deep.
We had to clear our way to the toilet block before breakfast, only cold water in there--I am sure I did not have a proper wash.
After breakfast we explored the area and found an old wooden... Read more
