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Historic maps of Wellisford and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Wellisford maps
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Westford| Rockwell Green| Milverton| Wellington| Holcombe Rogus| Nynehead| Waterrow| Wiveliscombe| Halse| Bradford On Tone| Culmstock| Uffculme| Sampford Peverell| Bishops Lydeard| Norton Fitzwarren| Halberton| Cothelstone
Wellisford area books
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Lower Westford
I have just discovered that my great grandmother, Sarah Selwood, lived at 4 Lower Westford with her husband, Frederick John Selwood. I wonder if there are still relatives that I don't know living there.
Memories
I've just discovered that my G.G.G. Grandfather's brother, Albert Fouracre, was the Licensed Victueller at this pub in 1891. Does that mean he was the Landlord?
Milverton Good Old Days
I used to live at Buttsway House up past Courtfields.
MILVERTON MORE HOLIDAY IN SOMERSET REMEMBERED
Dear Reader, My brother Alex and I spent many a happy holidays with my great uncle & aunt Jim and Curly Pile. They moved from managing the Rock Inn at Waterrow 1954- 1965 (retiring) to BarBrook House, Fore Street, Milverton in 1965 until 1988. The house is a large Georgian house with an upstairs flat which my grandparents lived in, Archie and Pat Bishop, 1967- 1980 ish. Jim and Curly knew many of the farmers and local people, from time to time they would help holiday manage the local pub at the far end of Milverton. The post office was a wonderful Aladdin's cave of toys and games, my aunt bought me a jigsaw puzzle of the Beatles, it would be worth a fortune now. The Cotrells had the dairy and with Don Farley my uncle and my younger brothers we would cram into his little red Austin Mini Countryman. We would all help with the apple picking and cider making at Cotrells farm. A school friend Donald Haniford used... Read more
Mother's Memory
My mother is now 86 years old and her short term memory is failing fast. She can remember things from her childhood more easily. She was born in Silver Street, Milverton in 1921, the daughter of Percy Frank Moore and Hilda Winter. Percy was a local baker and he would take her on his bike to deliver bread around the village. She says she played in an area of land called the "the Kill".
Percy was later persuaded to join his brothers in Cambridgeshire and the family moved in about 1927-8ish to the flat fens. Hilda never got over the move, and hated the flat landscape all her life.
My Childhood Holidays Spent in Milverton
My name is Rosie Pearce and I live in Tintagel, North Cornwall. These are just a few of my many childhood memories of Milverton. I lived in Reading with my father and grandmother after my mum died in 1954, I was 9. I used to spend summer holidays with Mr & Mrs Andrews (Auntie Joyce and Uncle Fred) at The George Hotel. They were the best days of my life. I made many friends, Jessie King who lived next door, Sheila Winters and her sister Margie whose mum ran the sweet shop the other side of the pub, then there was Janet Law who lived in the big house nxt to the church, Sally Rush and her family including her grandparents who owned Tuckers Farm and shop. As I got older I started to do the milk round with Shirley Redwood who lived up the Butts. We are still in touch which is lovely. Freddie had lots of brothers and sisters, hope I can remember them all! There was Frank... Read more
Anna''s Outing to The Wellington Monument
I have driven up and down the M5 so many times and seen a monument on top of the Blackdown Hills. Each time I passed I wondered what it was and so eventually I got hold of an Ordnance Survey map and identified it as the Wellingotn Monument. I promised myself that one day I would actually NOT drive past but I would make an outing specifically to go and see it. And so today I took my wife Elizabeth and granddaughter Anna for a picnic to Somerset.
We found a small muddy National Trust car park which was filled with half a dozen cars, then tramped along a bumpy puddle strewn track for half a mile between neglected woods towards the unseen monument. What a disappointment! Not only was the monument surrounded by bracken and trees which obscured the hoped for viewpoint over the valley to the north but the monument itself was totally enclosed within a stockade of ten feet high garishly painted steel fencing.... Read more
