You are here:
Titchwell
Titchwell maps
Historic maps of Titchwell and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Titchwell maps
Titchwell photos
We have no photos of Titchwell, although we do have photos of these nearby places:
Brancaster| Thornham| Burnham Deepdale| Ringstead| Burnham Norton| Burnham Market| Old Hunstanton| Burnham Overy Staithe| Burnham Overy Town| Hunstanton| Burnham Thorpe| North Creake| Heacham| Snettisham
Titchwell area books
Displaying 1 of 13 books about Titchwell and the local area. View all books for this area
You can read extracts and browse photos from these books.
Memories of Titchwell
No memories of Titchwell have been shared yet - be the first!
Add your memory of Titchwell
or of a photo of Titchwell.
Norfolk memories
Circus at The Village Hall C 1955
We lived in the village pub The Lifeboat Inn. I remember being flooded and all the beer barrels floating in the cellar, mum cooking mussels given in lieu of beer, which were left in the bath and climbed up the wall and had to be knocked off with a shoe! Fred from the Hall bringing pheasant and buckets of cream, the visiting circus in the village hall opposite, with a moth eaten toothless lion!!! which we thought was wonderful in those days. Walking out to the wrecked ship on the beach, exploring the underground gun encampment with all the wrinkled floor boards, tin hats, metal beds etc, riding our bikes through the high tides along the beach roads, losing our wellies as we waded through the marshes looking for King John's treasure (yes I know we were nowhere near where it was lost but it kept us busy for the summer holidays)!! Picking fruit for pocket money,
watching the lights on the marshes at night which we thought were smugglers... Read more
Paranormal Memories
My earlies memories center around the Barrow Common area of Brancaster, Many of you probably do not beilieve in such things, but at this time as a family, our lives were profoundly affected by these happenings. If you are interested, the details are at http://journals.aol.co.uk/chunkichick/TheLifeBeyond
Fun at Proudfoot's
I can remember walking up Sea Lane with my brothers, and visiting the little shop owned by Mrs Proudfoot, in the hope of getting some groceries for our parents (and sweets for us)! Everything about the shop was quaint, from the layout of the shop floor to the scales on the counter. It wasn't always the best stocked shop, so if ever Mrs Proudfoot had sold out of something, or we needed something she didn't sell, we had to gingerly walk passed her shop window and buy the goods from the Post Office shop instead. Then when we walked back down Sea Lane, we would have to hide the groceries from her view when passing the shop window again!
When the weather was nice, our family used to spend the day making sand castles and playing games on the Old Hunstanton beach. It was always a painful affair to get to the sand and sea though - the cobbled pathway leading to the beach was much trickier to... Read more
MY FIRST JOB
I worked and lived at the Golden Lion Hotel, beginning when I was 19, fresh out of Westminster Hotel School, when I was a trainee/assistant manager there from 1959-63 or 64, with the exception of the winter of 1962/63 when I worked in a luxury hotel in Munich, for the experience. My German friend, Reinhardt Willner, a waiter in Munich, came back with me (a mistake) and worked in the restaurant at the Golden Lion. He married one of the English waitresses and never made the effort to treat my position with respect. It was a very busy hotel with a lot of function dinners (especially Masonic as we had a temple built into the hotel), crazy bank holiday weekends where, when serving in either cocktail or back public bar, all you could see were three rows of outstreched arms clutching empty pint mugs requiring refills.
Mr and Mrs Hinchliffe were the managers (ex Todmorden, Yorks). One day while relieving the barman, Scottie, for his lunch break in... Read more
Ponies, Donkies And Roses Don't Mix!
I worked with the ponies and donkies in the mid to late 1960s. Sometimes we would take them home to their field via Seagate Road, there would be about 4 or 5 of us riding ponies and the donkies would follow but quite often they would stop and chomp on people's flowers, especially roses. They would lean over the walls and tuck in, many a time someone would come out and shout at us. Sometimes if the tide was right we would be able to ride them back along the beach up to the slope where the boats go down to the water, that was great. My pony's name was Chummy. I can remember some of the names - Nibbs, Tony, Mary, Gerry the donkey, Inky and Jenny. I wonder if anyone has any old pics of them.
My Father
My father, ARTHUR PERCY CRUMP, was born in 1898 in London, but orphanned in 1901. He was sent to Heacham with his older sister, EDITH. The 1911 Census shows him living with foster parents....Samuel Groom, his wife, daughter and 2 other "boarders" at 2, Garden Terrace. His sister was housemaid to a Mrs. D. Steward. He spoke of leaving school at 14 and being sent to work on a chicken farm.........he said it was his job to shampoo the chickens before the owner took them to local shows !!! He left Heacham sometime after 1914 and returned to London, but had happy memories of a boyhood in the village.
Burt And Aunty May's Shellfish Stall
My Uncle Burt and Aunty May had a shellfish stall in Hunstanton on the sea front by the old red sea mine. I would only have been a mere youngster then. I can remember going with my Uncle Burt Wells to Wells-Next-to-Sea to pick up the bags of cockles for the stall. I can remember the Kit Kat Club down Seagate Road. My Uncle Burt and Aunty May lived down Seagate Road. I lived in Waveney Road with my mum and dad. My dad used to work with Geoff Searle on the 'Ducks' and was also in the Fire Service at Hunstanton during the floods.
