Nostalgic memories of Berwick-upon-Tweed's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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As a child we often travelled to Berwick just to see the lighthouse. We live in Ayrshire but my great grandmother, Robina Burgon, was from Berwick and the last person to man the lighthouse before it became operated by electricity. She took over from her father who worked on it for 9 years before falling ill. I loved visiting there and listening to the stories. Fond memories.
I spent most of my childhood in Berwick staying at my nana's house in Wallace Green and then at my aunt's pub, the Harrow Inn in Tweedmouth. I would spend days on the beach, either Berwick or Spittal where they had trampolines on the beach. My nana's house was opposite the fire station and they used to practice on the church, almost next door. Up the road was the barracks where my dad first joined up. We had ...see more
A memory and what a memory it was! There were eleven of us lads who had booked a fishing trip on one of the boats that went out from the harbour in Berwick. It was early in the day when we went out for a five hour trip; we went out as far as five miles where the skipper, having a fish finder radar, began to pick up a large shoal of fish. Of course we all got baited up on our hooks and laid a small ...see more
Although born in Scotland, my earliest memories are of Berwick upon Tweed. This was because my father was posted to the Barracks as Pipe Major in the KOSB Depot there. Our married quarters, although in Ravensdowne, overlooked the rear of the barracks and, as a small boy, it was endlessly fascinating to look out of the scullery window at the activities of the soldiers. Our life seemed to revolve ...see more
While I was on a family holiday in Northumberland, I went to Berwick one Saturday in March 2004 and enjoyed a rare sunny and mild day doing two things I enjoy: a walk on the pier to sniff the sea air and secondly a football match! I went to watch Berwick Rangers play Hamilton which was the first Scottish league football match I had seen since visiting Glasgow for a Celtic game in the ...see more