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Historic maps of Windsor and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Windsor maps
Windsor Jigsaws
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Windsor area books
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Memories of Windsor
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I've been here - to this very spot, with the precious women of my life - my Mom when I was a child, and with my children when they were women. How can it be that it looks exactly the same in 1890, 1971 and 2001? I can feel the cool brick under my hand, and see the flowers over the edge. I wanted to jump down and walk there when I was a child and later with my girls. How can it be that the air and the sky is the same. When I want to remember, to feel, to grieve, to rejoice - I go back - back to where memories and feelings are connected - Back to Windsor.
Fishing on The Thames at Romney Island.
As a teenager living in the Old Kent Road back in the early 1960s, Windsor was surprisingly accessible to me. I spent most summer Saturdays fishing the lock cut at Romney Island. A number 53 bus would take me to Lower Marsh, which was the rear entrance to Waterloo Station. A short walk up the slope past Dewar's bottling plant and I was on the station concourse. It was about forty minutes by train to Windsor & Eton Riverside if I remember rightly. The first thing to greet me at Windsor would be the delightful smell of freshly baked bread coming from Denny's the bakery. I would stroll past the Donkey House pub and along Romney Walk, eventually reaching Tom Jones's boatyard and the lock. The lock in those days was a delightful old wooden structure with long beams by which the lockkeeper would manually operate it. The weir too was of wooden construction back then, with a pitched roof over the walkway. The lock keeper kept an old punt... Read more
Windsor Sundays
I remember always being taken by the parents to walk around Windsor Castle on a Sunday afternoon, just walking in then, not security checks or admission fees! And we were so bored of going to see the Dolls House which now you have to queue for! Then a walk down by the river with all the swans... never a ride on the pleasure boats... too expensive! How times change things!
Cab Rank, Wheel Stop
I always understood that these were wheel stops to prevent the carriages rolling back down the hill and were not to tie the horse to.
The Good Days
My Mother owned the Kings Head and i worked in the reastaurant with her she done all home baking and had Eton College lads and there familys eating there,also a great trade was the Army lads from both barracks,I married one in 1956,we are retired to somerset but my heart will always be in Windsor,we served teas to the queues of people visiting our late Kings floral tributes,my late father was a porter at the castle for awhile,all my four daughters were born in Windsor and i had many friends who still live there,The kings Head has changed so much like the many public houses have,the pub at the end of church street was called The Ship pity they couldnt leave them with the same name,all our pubs were like land marks to us,i know times change but names should not.I spent so many happy Memories in windsor and i visit often as my daughter lives in Holyport.I used your site when you first started up and it has improved... Read more
Ye Olde Kings Head
My Nan, Esa Victoria Manning owned the Kings Head and lived there with her family. She was a great cook.
Winter Sundays
1964-1967 There was a time when nearly every Winter Sunday was spent walking from the Egham side, through the Beechwoods then up the Long Walk to Windsor for an early cream tea, then back through all the leaves and cob nuts to the small pub somewhere on the Egham gate side.
You had to hurry at times as there were sunset closing times on some gates. Not the Pub one though!
There truly were beech copses which had cobnuts, Oak, Elm and Plane leaves shin deep, with swirling smoke from Park keeper's cottage chimneys.
We walked miles and miles for fun and because it meant being together but 'behaving' :-)
A visit in 1985 showed it to be largely unchanged and I hope that is still so. Someone else posted about the timeless quality of great monuments, whether stone or landscape. So be It.
Olivia
Warning, it Should't Rain Inside The Bus
I have two early memories of Windsor. One, not far from here and having my photo taken with a huge parrot. The second is a bit funnier. We lived in Chalfont St Peter and when I was about 9 in 1964 my elder brother and his mate took me for a day out to Windsor. We bought Rover tickets and bottles of Tizer and waited for the bus. We all finished our drinks and then the double decker Green Line bus arrived. We went upstairs, of course, and sat in the back. The only other person was a grown up women half way down. By now my bladder was fit to burst but my brother was adamant that we weren't getting off before Windsor. So, I lifted up the back bench seat and behold, there was a long shallow metal tray. Quietly and quickly I pee'd in this tray until it was brimming. My brother and his mate thought this was a real laugh. We all sat down and a... Read more
