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Historic maps of Willstone and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Willstone maps
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Cardington| All Stretton| Church Stretton| Longville In The Dale| Little Stretton| Acton Burnell| Shipton| Pitchford| Cound
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The Hotel Garage
My grandfather Bert Hedger managed the garage attached to The Hotel during the late 1920s. It belonged to Phillip West who was a mill owner from Manchester and was managed by his sister-in-law Lillian Harker. It was a five star hotel and all the best people stayed there. A lot of famous racing drivers from the 1920s stayed there for the Shelsby Walsh hill trials, including Wolf Banato of Bentley's and also Freddie Field of Bugatti's - he would stock up with 2 gallon tins of aviation spirit and tins of pure benzene. The autumn meet would fill the place with racing cars. The drivers or their mechanics would arrive at 8.00 in the morning to warm their engines up and would rev them for 5-10 minutes at a time. Petrol was sold at 1/- per gallon and punctures were repaired for 2/6d. Warming up the engines resulted in a lot of complaints from the local townsfolk.
Grandpa remembers one old gentleman of 70 years of age, Fred Platt,... Read more
Ethel May Tantrum
My husband's Grandmother, Ethel May Tantrum, was born in Craven Arms in 1885, but by 1891 was living in Elms Cottage, Little Stretton. In 1910, she married Harold Ezard and in 1924 she died at White Birches Cottage, Little Stretton. Their son, Harold, was born in Little Stretton, but we are not sure where (possibly White Birches Cottage?) and we would love to hear from anyone who could help us find out more about the Tantrums and the Ezards of Little Stretton.
We recently visited Little Stretton, by chance, with some friends and found it a fascinating place and plan to return in the future.
4 Coundmoor
My father's family were born or lived in Cound and Counmoor My dad Basil Crump was born at 4 Coundmoor Cottages, BKI 1935. Also others in the 1800s. I hope to visit one day.
Coundmoor
Hi All,
Anybody have a link with the surname Edwards in the following villages,
Acton Burnell
Cound
Coundmoor
Frodesley
Pitchford
Cantlop
Would love to here from you,
Best wishes
Pete Edwards,
Cound
Cound, was where my four times Grandad got married. He married Sarah Rowe in 1808 - Sarah was born in Cound, anybody even heard of this tiny place? Best wishes, Pete
Bomere Pool Near Bayston Hill
I grew up at the Masonic Arms in Belle View, Shrewsbury. When I was a child my mother and I used to cycle to Bomere Pool near Bayston Hill to pick primroses in the spring. She used to tell me about the legends that it was bottomless and also that some people said there was a village at the bottom and sometimes you could hear the church bell ring. It was a wonderful wild and mysterious place. We left Shropshire when I was 14. I tried to take my husband there in the 1970s when we were visitng for the flower show but we couldn't find it. I recently discovered the work of Mary Webb and am reading 'Precious Bane'. I recognised the setting as Bomere Pool. It brought back so many memories. I've heard it is now owned by a water sports company, what a shame!
Newington Terrace
When I was young in the 1950s I would spend some weeks of my summer vacation at my grandparents' house at 11 Newington Terrace, Elizabeth and Albert Torr. I remember swimming in the river, we would go to the weir and remove some of the planks and let the water spray over us and cool us down. I would travel each year from Belfast in Northern Ireland by boat to Liverpool and then by train to Craven Arms. My grandfather would meet us at the station. One year when I was 11, I went to the river as soon as I got to my grandparents' house, I ran as fast as I could to the river. I went to the first stil about 20 yards from the bridge and cast in a small pocket line wrapped on a cork, I had carried it all the way from Northern Ireland, at the first cast I pulled in a 3/4 lb Trout. I was so excited I shoved it up my good... Read more
