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Youth Hostel
A Memory of Goudhurst.
I stayed here when it was a Youth Hostel. We had to sleep on the floor in a gallery with a large tapestry. One of our group swore that they saw a ghost during the night. I remember that there was a Priest Hole accessed through a cupboard in the corner of one of the upper rooms. The kitchen still had a lot of the original hooks and fittings. One of these was said to be where people were tied to be flogged.
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I Stayed in this old house/manor back in September 1965 to early October 1965 with a mixed group (girls/guys) of Aussies, New Zealanders, Canadians, and I think the odd Irish persons as we were all employed to work on one of the local Hop Farms.
Before this all I could remember that the place we stayed in back in 1965 was an incredibly old house with a narrow staircase (which I had to duck my head to go up) which led up to the bedrooms. A community kitchen was downstairs and a lounge nearby.
I can also remember it was a long walk on the weekends from the house to the pub in Goudhurst and the name always stuck with me “Star and Eagle” but getting back was a bit of a stumble and fun when there was a mixed crowd of us.
After a day’s Hop Pulling it was great to get back and crash out or chin wag with fellow travellers.
I got the cushy job of driving the tractor.
Good memories of good days free of hassles and authority