Happisburgh, The Gardens c.1960
Photo ref: H304089T
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This image is a coloured postcard: These coloured postcards were produced by the Frith company in the 1950s and 60s, in the earliest days of coloured postcard production, and were printed using a process called collo-colour. Although the results look quite basic to modern eyes, used to the wonders of the modern printing process, these postcards have a certain period charm as delightfully nostalgic ephemera items from the not-so-distant past.

Photo ref: H304089T
Photo of Happisburgh, The Gardens c.1960

A Selection of Memories from Happisburgh

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 Happisburgh

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My brother Joc lived in Cockleshell, Church Lane, on the Bush Estate in Eccles-on-Sea. I went for holidays and one of the first places we went to was the beach, from where we could see the Happisburgh Lighthouse to the north. There was also a lovely duck pond on the estate, and some very nice homes and caravans. We rose at 7am each morning and went to the beach for a good bracing walk. I loved every ...see more
In the 1960's we as a family always holidayed in a caravan at Happisburgh. At that time there were lows on the beach which were lovely for the children to paddle and play in. They were warm most of the time and shallow in parts so they were quite safe. After the groins were put in place the lows disappeared and it was such a shame. The beach was never the same. We had a caravan until moving to Happisburgh ...see more
My family stayed in a bungalow in Happisburgh for a couple of years in about 1950. The name of the bungalow was RED HAVEN. It was a lovely place to holiday, with a gorgeous view of the sea. These were the best holidays of my childhood at Happisburgh. I am now 72 but it only seems like yesterday, wonderful memories. Now the sea has eaten the land away, but the memory will never go. Mike Noon.