St Neot
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Twelve Woods Place
Yep, the year was 1967, I was always hanging around with John Webber, Timothy Rampling, and all the others that joined the gang. The summer was with us and we as kids obviously got bored, so decided to break into the infants school - remember Miss Nile anybody? She did not like me and I must say, she was not my favourite either. Anyway we broke in and ate all Miss Niles chocolate bars that she kept for the good kids. Hence I never got one. Me laughing on the way out, cos revenge was sweet, picked up the chalk and wrote Julie Crocker on the board, need I say any more, hahaha. Anybody who knows me, send me an e mail at torpointjulie@hotmai.co.uk
Cheers and goodbye.
Dobwalls Adventure Park
When we used to have family holidays in Downderry year after year, we used to have days out in Dobwalls Adventure Park. It was a marvellous place with the old machinery, the 'Crazy Cavern' and of course the trains! They were great days.
It is terribly sad to hear that Dobwalls Adventure Park is now shut.
St Cleer Church
This scene has changed little, except for the addition of carpeted areas and pews that look far more comfortable and inviting! I feel sure that every person who has walked through the doors of this church has been touched by what they have seen and the wonderful people they have met here. Todays community has added many other fine features like their fabulous millenium tapestry and the tea bar!!! I have loved this village, indeed my daughter was born here, and I have loved this church and my wonderful church family. It is with a heavy heart that I will soon have to leave here but St Cleer church will always be my favourite place and my real home.
I Lived Next Door
My family lived in the cottage next to the well during the Second World War and for a short time after. I have many very happy memories, including falling asleep on the stone monument on the moors, sitting on the stone wall of the well waiting for my father to come home, going to school where Mr Churchill was the teacher, the winter of 1947. Maybe someone will remember when I was almost drowned in the 'tin mine' on the moors and all the school kids had to write letters to me in the hospital as a school project. I would love to hear from anyone who was in St Cleer during that time (perhaps some of the kids who were evacuated there during the war). Peter Wells
Cricket at The Quoit.
I just read a memoir by John Stanyon about playing cricket at Trethevy Quoit. I played with your family.Would love to hear from Ruth. ronaldsteed@thesteeds.us
BOOTS THE CHEMIST
I own part of the building which is the second one on the left of the photo. Many years ago there was another building on the end, on the corner of Market St and Well Lane. Our building is now the Fat Frog Cafe and lots of customers come in and tell us that our cafe used to be Boots. However, from some of the more recent photos we can see that the building which is now gone was Boots. We think that the Fat Frog (also previously The Heron Bar) used to be Home and Colonial. The Heron Bar was only part of the ground floor the other part being William Hills Bookmakers.
We are very interested in finding out more of the history of this area and would welcome any comments from people who remember Market St as it was.
Thanks
Lynda
Village Cricket
I lived in Plymouth at the time and our family spent two or three holidays in the village of Darite, the years would be around 1951-3. My father would organise a cricket game in the field where the Quoit stands, we would play three or four times a week and a lot of the local lads would join in. My mother would sit beneath on the base stones and do her knitting. Although it's over 50 years ago my sisters and I have many happy memories of this area.
