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Warkleigh maps
Historic maps of Warkleigh and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Warkleigh maps
Warkleigh photos
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Umberleigh| Filleigh| Atherington| Swimbridge| South Molton| Chulmleigh| Landkey| Bishops Tawton| Tawstock| North Molton
Warkleigh area books
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Memories of Warkleigh
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Thornton Estates
I have an old photo named Thornton Estates. Devon.-Elevated large house, with stone retaining wall in front.
I presume it belonged to George Thorne, or Jenkins.
Devon memories
View Down Onto Umberleigh Bridge, Showing Village Square
It is with great interest we see your picture of the village square, showing what is now the Post Office and largest post code sorting office in England. It also shows the Regency Gables Tea Rooms, we moved there in 2004. We run the free Community Parish information site... www.umberleigh-northdevon.co.uk and would be interested in any memories of Umberleigh, which we can put on the site.
Ashley Manor School
I was the very first pupil at Ashley Manor School, and hold some very fond memories of my time there. Atherington was a very important time of my life, I enjoyed the shop, park and the wonderful church, I got my jubilee cup at the village fete. I would love to visit the area again.
Family Memory
My dad was from the area and my brother was brought up in the village by my gran. I remember playing in the shallows of the river by the bridge on a hot sunny summers day. I have lost touch with my brother and would love to find him.
Evacuation
We were evacuated to North Molton during the Second World War, I remember going to the school and being billeted in various homes, one on the hill near a baker's shop - what lovely smells. I also remember the Lysander plane that crashed into the church, and the bullets exploding. I remember going picking blueberries on Exmoor for people from London and getting paid, and wild strawberries near a railway station, skinny dipping in the river with lads from London and girls from the village close to Swimbridge Bridge. Going shoping in South Molton Woolworths? Watching the farmer milk his cows and having milk squirted into our mouths, building dens with the local lads and playing Cowboys and Indians, listening to the planes going overhead on their way to bomb Plymouth and many more wonderful memories. To a 10 year old boy the war, even the bombing of Bristol, was a great adventure. Thank for the memories North Molton, from a boy from Knowle West, Bristol. Dennis Broad
Childhood in South Molton
I was born in Gothic House, The Churchyard, South Molton in May 1941. My name was Patricia Elizabeth Abbott Huxtable. My father was Charles John Huxtable and my grandparents were Charles George Pearce Huxtable and Elizabeth Avery Abbott (of North Molton). The churchyard was a playground for myself, my brother Roger and our friends. We were lucky not to suffer the effects of the war and have memories of American soldiers, German POW's and some of the evacuated families who lived close to us. We played on the gravestones, climbed the trees on the 'banks' and got told off by Mr Larsen who was a church warden at that time.
Evacuee
My mother was evacuated to Bishop Nympton ( but going to school in South Molton) She arrived with her mother and her brand new baby sister sometime during the War...I don't know the year right now, I need to find out. They were ultimately taken in by the gentry living in Whitechapel Farm in Bishop Nympton, who I believe were Stewarts of Lloyd & Stewart steel-making fame. My mum and her family lived above the stable. I think the one thing Mum said that sticks with me is that one evening when her mum was taken ill, the lady of the house came over to look after Mum and her sister. The lady of the house thinly cut the bread, wafted the butter over it and barely put any jam on. My mum was dismayed as this was not how her mum did it - they always had piles of butter and jam. I'm not sure if she spoke up though. I think my mum thoroughly loved living in Devon, having come from... Read more
