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Westcroft maps
Historic maps of Westcroft and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Westcroft maps
Westcroft photos
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Bletchley| Milton Keynes| Calverton| Fenny Stratford| Simpson| Mursley| Wolverton| Stony Stratford| New Bradwell| Stoke Hammond| Great Linford| Bow Brickhill| Winslow| Addington| Newport Pagnell| Linslade| Leighton Buzzard
Westcroft area books
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First Born!
I was first on Nash page, now first on Whaddon page, and I'm from Bletchley! Well, I moved to Whaddon in Feb 1974 with David Hogg (originally from Nash)and we lived in Stock Lane, a tied cottage, and Dave worked for Mr Bullock at his farm further up the village. The day we moved in it was snowing, and that little cottage looked so quaint. 6 weeks later I was taken to Royal Bucks Hospital, in Aylesbury, to have my baby daughter, when I went back with her, I couldn't believe what happened - the next day loads of people/neighbours came round with presents and flowers, I didn't have a clue who some of them were, that's village life for you, like one big happy, kind, caring and helpful 'family community'. As I didn't drive, and Dave worked long hours tractor driving/ploughing etc, people offered to take me and baby Tracey to Bletchley or Stony to do shopping. There was a shop in the village run by a lovely family,... Read more
Furzton Lake
I am greatly surprised that there are no photos of Furzton Lake in the Frith archive. Our son David lived in a modern terraced house in Winsford Hill, Furzton until 2005. I remember there was a gap in the hedge with a gate we installed between his garden and Coldharbour Spinney. Many times we strolled through the Spinney to reach Furzton Lake - if you walked really briskly you could make a complete lap of the lake in less than an hour. However, on the furthest side of the lake there was the Furzton Lake Inn which frequently tempted us to take a breather and a pint! In winter it was a welcome opportunity to get warm again after braving the biting winds which blew across Furzton Lake - sometimes the wind even created waves!
Loughton
Loughton was the village I grew up in. A loveley village surrounded by countryside and farm land. I grew up in Railway Cottages, somtimes known as Fog Cottages. Me and my friend Marlene used to sit on the fence train numbering. I also remember going for walks in Linford Wood wich was huge then and full of bluebells and primroses. In the summer we would also collect rose hips and blackberries. The mushrooms we collected in the field opposite the house were as big as dinner plates, The fields were full of buttercups and daisies where we spent many a happy hour making daisy chains. Down the lane called Leys Lane, Bella Scott had her farm. Bella used to go through the village in a pony and trap. George Higgs was the postman and Frank Ebbs was the milkman. In the winter the village would flood and you couldn't get to the shop as the water was up to the shop door. We went to Shenley infants' school where the... Read more
Memories of Shenley
I am Frank and Dorothy Ebbs's eldest daughter, sadly both deceased now, mum died last May; I lived the first 5 years at Manor Farm, Shenley Church End and then we moved to Manor Haven just beyond the Almshouses; Used to help dad on his milkround; used to love helping him bottle the milk; I do wonder if there is any spare land with no buildings on it in Shenley Wood.... the greatest of memories. Then I married in 1966, went to Wimbledon to live, that broke up, (my ex has since died) back to Hemel Hempstead for a new abode, there, 5 years ago I was hounded out really, by children whose mums were not watching them and came to Stoke Goldington for some peace and quiet. But Shenley is a lovely place if only I could find an abode there.
Shoulder of Mutton Public House
When I first had a memory of this corner of Newton Road and Buckingham Road, the brick-built extension was no longer standing, only the cottage part of the public house. I used to love standing in front of it because it had a verandah and wooden railings like you would find in westerns. My mum often had to drag me away, the pub by then was no longer in use, the back wall still remains to this day. There were two reasons for being there, first was across in Shenley Road was our doctors surgery in a row of brick-built cottages, the old front room being the waiting room with old wooden chairs, which later became the Shenley House Hotel, which has since been demolished and replaced with apartments. The second reason was that my family could only afford the bus fare one way so we walked to town and bused back.
Was it or Wasn't it
There seems to be a lot of controversy about the Shoulder of Mutton, have I got this right? Way way back, the Shoulder of Mutton was built, eventually it was demolished and the old brick house on the other side of the road was converted into a pub. When it first opened, was it called The Three Trees from day one, or was it The Shoulder Of Mutton for a while before they re named It?
Approximately in 1950.
During the Second World War my gran owned a grocery shop at 7 Stoke Road, Water Eaton and my grandad used to take a barrow round the streets selling slabs of salt. I remember looking out of my window (at about 3 or 4 years old)and watching the foxhounds meet on the green, it was a bit scary for me being so young. I also used to like walking up Stoke Road to see an old horse called Kit, he was very gentle and seemed to love people. We'll never get those lovely peaceful, trouble-free, friendly days back, it's such a shame. When I was about 5 we moved to Church Street in Fenny, and I started at Bletchley Road School, then to Western Road, I was older then and could go out on my own (safely). I used to like going through the central gardens and seeing all the pretty flowers in little 'gardens' scattered in the lawns and the sunken 'bandstand', then all the tennis courts and pavilion,... Read more
