Bridport, Allington 1902
Photo ref: 48399
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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 a boarder at the Convent for four years 1954-58, cured me of religion as I hated almost every minute of it. The Nuns can only be described as brutal. I was once told that I was wicked because I had kept the other lads awake at night with my coughing. I always seemed to be ill and spent my seventh birthday in the sick room. I was friends with Tony and Nicky Book, we planned to escape, get a boat and row to ...see more
1962 to 1966, the car journey from Surrey was full of tears, taken by my mother and grandfather, on arrival the tiled entry and the Nuns in full habits greeted us, I was soon ushered in to the hall with promise of a goodbye before they left, which became a wave through a window. The Nuns were generally strict but fair, the solid bamboo stick was recieved a few times probably for good reasons. The ...see more
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