Memories of Swithland
My first memory of Swithland Village goes way back to the days when I was very young. The war was over and we had become accustomed to Holidays at Home instead of going to the sea-side. My parents bought a chalet in what we called Swithland Woods but it was actually farm land that had been given over to accomodate recovering soldiers from WW 1. Chalets had been built and large tents were used to house the soldiers. The farm belonged to a family named Lane, who several generations later are still the owners. As a family we would cycle from Leicester on Friday evening and spend our week-ends there. As we cycled through Swithland Village we knew that we we almost there,, all that we had facing us was that steep hill which we had to climb, up from the triangle I believe we got off and pushed. We didn't mind that because we knew that we were almost there. During school holidays we would spend a week at a time there with Mother, my father cycling over every evening after work. During the week we would walk down to the triangle and catch the bus into Loughborough . I remember Swithland as a quiet,reserved village, lovely old houses with well tended gardens. I know that it is still that way because my family still have their chalet there and each year when I visit from Texas I drive through that lovely quaint village and once again renew my childhood memories.
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I also have wonderful memories of Swithland Woods, my grandparents had a chalet in the 1940/50s and I remember buying the cream cheese from the farm shop. I was terrified of the slate quarries as I was told that a farm wagon full of Sunday School children had gone in and were never seen again. I also remember climbing up the rocks and the wonderful heather. I have been at regular times during the last 60 years and this has reminded me to visit again soon.
Comment from Bridget Dowsett on Sunday, 15th May 2011.