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Thorpe Abbotts maps
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Recent Changes
Changes happen all so fast, about 10 years ago we were camping near Dickleburgh, a wonderfully friendly village and we bought the most wonderful sausages from there local butcher.
Returning this Easter (2009), we returned to holiday near the village, and I must admit I was quite looking forward to breakfast of sausages - but alas the shop had gone(!), as was the great mill which dominated the village centre. The shop I've dicovered on returning has closed, I found this website http://www.wilbys.com/ and see that the Mill was sold to a building developer see http://www.dickleburgh.com/village_society/themill.php. It was still a very friendly village and a great - albeit a sausage free - week away.
EJ
Scole Old Beams
My great-aunt lived in this house - we always knew it as 'Beam Ends'. She had a little antique shop in the single storey bit at the end (on the right). I also remember the garage on the right in the picture which was run by a Mr Chapman. There is now a village by-pass but in the days when I knew Scole the traffic went through the village - from Bury to Gt Yarmouth, Norwich to Ipswich - it was never-ending and it is a miracle that the old house survived. I went back in October to visit the places I remember from my childhood - it was a poignant visit but well worthwhile and I loved seeing Scole again as it was where my grand-parents also lived and where we spent many happy years in spite of the war which, with so many airfields around, was always with us. I went down to the River Waveney where the old bridge used to be. It is amazing to think... Read more
High House, Scole
I have very fond memories of Scole because I spent an awful lot of my childhood and adult years visiting and staying with my Great Uncle & Aunt Tom & Florrie Clark who lived in High House. They initially had an antique shop at the front of the house, stables at the back and two orchards one at the side of the house and another down a lane nearby. My sisters and myself loved picking the apples from the trees. Of course we didn't eat any before my aunt would make lovely fresh pies with them, well maybe we we did just the odd one. The house was full of antiques and a lovely open grate fireplace that had logs burnt on it. The building was oak beamed as in Tudor style, the ceiling sagged in the living room I suppose as a result of its age and there were four poster beds upstairs. The downstairs floors were stone and the doors were all thick oak and very heavy with... Read more
SCOLE STORES
My parents Bernard (better known as Syd) and Margret (Peggy) Blunsom owned Scole stores in the main street of Scole. I rember the house well across the road was pretty"s garage. Old Mrs Johnsons cottage was sandwiched between us and the Scole Inn. On the other side was an antique shop where every mothers day I would go with the five shillings my dad had given me and get my mum a mothers day gift. The hugh heavy gates that lead into the court yard of the house where a long row of out buildings stood. One had been a bakery at some stage as the hugh oven was still there in the stone wall and next to that were some stables a store house and a coal storage area . Running the full length above these buildings was a hay loft with a hugh trap door. The house was amazing with many rooms. The shop was at the front it was a general store and we sold everything... Read more
Old House Next to The Waveney
There used to be an old house next to the River Waveney, which was demolished sometime in the 1970s to make way for a housing estate. I used to play in the gardens, and remember an old pond outside surrounded with tiles. Does anyone have any pictures of this house or information about it? I am now a singer/songwriter and have recently written a song about my memories of this old house, and would love to see pictures of it. I grew up in Scole and lived there till I was 18, moving then to Attleborough and am now over the border in Suffolk.
Childhood on Shotford Heath, Weybread
I was born on Shotford Heath in 1952, what a place to be brought up. My earliest memories are of gathering hogweed for the 100-odd rabbits that we used to have, and the hard winters, snow and heavy frosts, when the pits froze over and we took the risk of walking on the ice. Summers were the best, mucking about on the marshes, fishing, collecting birds eggs, swimming in the waveney, what a great place. One of the other things I enjoyed was walking up to Weybread to go to school and running home in the afternoon to resume doing all the things a young lad does, unfortunately we moved up to Harleston in 1967 and our freedom went away. 5 years later after working in Harleston I applied for a job at H. E. Dean at Weybread, so here I was again, in the pits and mucking around on the marshes, what a life. I emigrated to New Zealand in 1974 but went back to Norfolk in 1999 on... Read more
Home Again
Here I am again, 11 years later only this time with my wife, to show her where I came from. The lady that now owns the bungalow where I was born very kindly let us have a look inside the house, which has changed so much since the 1950s. Many a good night was had at Weybread Crown, walks down on the marshes, down at the mill, and round the pits, it hasn't changed at all in 59 years at Shotford heath and Weybread and I hope that it won't, stuck in time is how it should stay. Sitting here as I write this reminds me of the fond memories that I have for Suffolk, its people, the place.
