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Walrow maps
Historic maps of Walrow and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Walrow maps
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Walrow area books
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Somerset memories
Holidays
We used to park our caravan in the last field along the lane, near the River Brue. One holiday we arrived in the early morning and just parked up in the field. We were awakened by our caravan rocking and looked out to see the cows coming in for their milking. We had parked where they usually walked 'home' and couldn't understand why we were in the way. We had to go out and shoo them round the caravan. We had lovely fishing in the River Brue and some lovely holidays.
Another year we arrived to find the cows had been eating the fallen apples in the orchard and were a bit tipsy!
Happy Holidays
My husband and I had many a happy day fishing in Merry Lane. Well, he fished and I read a book! We stayed in a caravan in the field at the last farm down the end of Merry Lane. One holiday we arrived early and parked our caravan and had a sleep. We awoke to the caravan wobbling about. On looking outside we saw a herd of cows pushing the caravan. We had parked on their accustomed route to be milked. They didn't know they could walk round the caravan until the farmer shouted at them. Another time we parked in the apple orchard and through the week we watched cows eating fallen apples. Wonder what the milk tasted like?
We also had the experience of being parked in the field and there was a thunder storm. The panels of the caravan banged with the wind and we decided not to go back on the motorway until the winds died down. When we first went to... Read more
Highbridge
I used to fly my control line model planes in the car park shown in the photo. My mother and I lived in Highbridge from 1957 until 1960 when we moved to Burnham. I went to the school in Highbridge and remember the Queen being driven past the school on her way to see the flood damage in Devon. We all waved flags as she sped past! On her earlier Coronation I and the kids at the school all got commemorative medalions courtesy of the owner of the big hardware store at the town clock. Good days.
German Bomber Crash
Does anybody remember the day during the Second World War when a Luftwaffe bomber crashed just past the railway crossing? I was then a five or six year old evacuee boy from London. I remember some of the spectators crying - I didn't understand it then (and I don't undertand it now!).
Holidays in The Mid 1950s
I used to holiday with my grandparents in West Huntspill in the mid 1950s.For a time we used to stay with a Mrs King. Heading west from The Globe you took a right turn at the crossroads past the traction engine and she lived on the left. Then we stayed with a Mr and Mrs Hagget just over thre railway bridge in Withy Road. We used to go to The Globe pub in the evenings, I think Mr and Mrs Hayes were the owners and they had a daughter, Margaret or Mary. We used to visit Wells, Burnham, Cheddar, Weston, Glastonbury and when we did a tour Wem's coach used to pick us up at The Crossroads pub.
Early Recollections
Amongst my earliest memories of Burnham-on-Sea are those of being in the forge of my grandfather's blacksmith's shop, he was Mr Welland, watching him shoeing horses. After the work was done he would hoist me up onto the horses' backs getting my pretty little dresses very dirty. Needless to say, Mum was never best pleased when she saw the state I would be in!
Childhood Holiday And Later Holiday in my Teens
My first visit was with my parents. From memory, they had booked to stay somewhere, but for some reason we were directed to stay with a Mr & Mrs Salter who owned a farmhouse near the church. We were made very welcome.
Around 1949, I decided to cycle to Somerset from Dagenham Essex at the age of 16 against my parents wishes, I was only earning £2.10.0 (£2.50 today) each week. I had to borrow a decent cycle from a good friend, and set off on a Saturday morning not knowing where I was going to stay or even knowing if I would make it all the way.
Heavy rain made me do B&B in Marlborouigh for 10/- (50p). Sunday was brilliant sunshine, and I made it to the village of Mark at around 6pm in the evening.
I happened to stop outside this house with railings around the front that I recalled, and a voice from a window above asked if they could help me. I looked up,... Read more
