Bridport, Allington 1902
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Photo of Bridport, Allington 1902

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DORSET'S RURAL HEARTLAND is best explored on foot, for walking the lanes and paths which thread from village to village is the only way to seek out the scenes captured at a vital time in their history by the Frith photographer. Other forms of transport are too swift: the greater delights of Dorset's scenery are missed by using them. Each mile of the way, you will know that you are treading in the footsteps of Iron Age man, Roman legions, quarrymen, farmers and poets. It says a lot for this landscape that artists of all kinds have responded to it and interpreted it in diverse ways. This rural hinterland is both beautiful and mysterious, filled with history and crammed with legend. Until the 19th century it would seldom have been visited by the outsider; its deep wooded valleys, chalk downlands and secluded heaths form a physical and mental barrier to the intruder. The locals themselves would hardly have strayed much beyond their villages, except to visit nearby market towns, or to drive livestock from parish to parish along the ancient droving routes which can still be followed today. Only the adventurous minority—tinkers, smugglers, rebels and the gentry—would have gone further.

A Selection of Memories from Bridport

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Bridport

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I was sent to the convent after my Father died in 1953. My Uncle had been educated there many years previously. I can confirm the recollections that have been put here of the vicious way in which some of the Nuns treated us. I suffered from the effects of whooping cough and regularly put into a separate room to recuperate. I vividly remember one of the Nuns telling me that I was wicked because I had been ...see more
I was a pupil at this convent between 1961 and 67 and i remmeber getting beaten by sister ann on several occassions i think this must off been because my parents wher off cypriot origin and i had a greek surname if anyone whent to this convent during those years it would be nice to hear from you
I was a boarder at the convent. I started in the Autumn term before my 5th birthday and remember being put to bed in a large dormitory on the top floor, full of other children with a cubicle for a nun to sleep in. I was scared and crying when the nun decided that smacking me would stop me from crying. Strange that being smacked or caned or being hit with a rod or a ruler feature so strongly in ...see more
I joined the convent in 1967 and was the only black later joined by Leslie Philips from the Carribean. I am from Uganda and my dad was studying architecture at the AA. First day at school was horrific. I was punched and called names like any newcomer. By the second term I settled in my best buddies were Martin Pike whose family ran a 600 acre farm. Nicholas Nickleby was a good friend ...see more