We moved to Abridge in 1948, I was 8 years old, with mum and dad Pat and Stan Walker.  We lived at no 41 Pancroft Estate later re numbered 45.  My early memories of the little villiage was of Brighty's shop and cafe where all the cyclists use to stop for refreshments.  It was the dad Burt and son Fred (...Read full memory)

The bottom of Silver Street on the other side of the bridge ended at the river with some railings over a drainage outlet.  This was a good place for children to get into the river from the middle of the village and paddle upstream under the bridge.  It was quite shallow in the middle of summer and small fish about three inches (...Read full memory)