Cottages On Warren

Pauls memories are exactly the same as mine.We stayed in a cottage just a bit further up the lane ,We went there every year for our I week holiday and it was the best time of my life.This was in the mid 60s and 70s.when we didn't have mobiles and i pads but it was great,I well remember carrying a big water bottle up the lane to find a standpipe that worked.We d be fuming if we had to go too far to find one as the bottle was always heavy on the way back.I was always up early and loved the quietness with just the sound of the breeze across the Warrens ,the sound of the cows and sheep in the farmers field, and an occasional train rumbling past ,Dad would have breakfast ready when I got back and my 2 brothers,mum and young sister would be up.After brekkie us kids would escape to the sandhills and beach for the rest of the day.It was so safe in those days and we,d think nothing of staying out all day ,wandering back to the cottage if we got hungry.I think dad used this time to dig the hole where he emptied the toilet contents as there was no flush loo.As Paul mentioned above it was just a small shed attached to the side of the cottage.In the evening we.d wander back to the cottage and play cricket or football or just sit outside listening to the radio knowing that the next day would be just as good.I well remember the Vulcan bombers coming over, low you could see the pilots .We,d wave like mad and theyd waggle their wings for us.I was flying my kite once when a Vulcan and two Lightning fighters came over.I swear they passed under the kite ,they were so low,... brilliant ! Remember going to bed ,sometimes top to tail ,giggling nervously after dad had told us a ghost story about the deserted farmhouse just down the road,with a single candle burning in the corner.After a while dad would come in,tell us to "go to sleep " and blow it out.The next day I and my two brothers Paul and Pete would walk to the shed/shop to buy sweets or the Valiant comic (always my favourite ) the shop full of buckets,spades,kites,bats,balls,balsa wood planes,a kids paradise. Then to the slot machines with the jukebox playing " Groovy Kind Of Love " in the background .The days seemed to last forever,and ive so many fantastic memories of the place.Memories of mum and dad,,nan and granddad who sometimes came with us and who,ve now passed. It was one of the saddest days of my life when the land was sold and redeveloped into the present Presthaven caravan park.The cottages have gone and the Vulcans fly no more.Golden days in a golden age.Thanks Paul for reminding me.x

What a wonderful description of such lovely times at Talacre, I really was taken back to my childhood and all fond memories of me and my brothers and sisters spending time at our caravan on Taylor's camp between 1967 to 1977, I visit talacre often just to try to capture so many memories. Thankyou .