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I was born in St Catherine's Hospital during 1943 and spent the next 22 years living right across the street from it until I emigrated to Canada in 1965. I can remember my mother, my sister and I walking along Derby Road with the empty pram to pick up a bag of coal (in the days of rationing)! The corner shop was Morris's just at the bottom of the hill near North Road - we used to go there for a llb of ...see more
I spent the school holidays at my grandparents' bungalow 'Cartref' in Eastern Road just off the high street during the 1960s. They were Sid and Gert Burton and knew a lot of the local characters like Kipper Tom. I had wonderful times down there running wild around the Island and trying to win a few pence on the machines to buy chips. Happy memories.
I was born at Cockfield station where dad was a guard and signalman, he was also in the Home Guard. My sister Jean and her friend Anne Coates used to walk over the fell to school, there were no school buses then. Last year I received a Defence Medal which was my father George Robson's for his war work in the Home Guard. I am doing a family history of the Robsons that lived at Low Lands and Evenwood and Cockfield and would love to hear from cousins.
I am interested in family history. Many of my relatives surnamed Hunter came from the Townhill Miners Village, the earliest being William Hunter, born 1750. I have been researching the area my ancestors were miners, it was a tough life - "Clackmannanshire Miner Killed - A miner named Robert Hunter (22), married, residing at Ramsay Street, Coalsnaughton, met with a fatal accident in the underground ...see more
Betty and I were brought up in Davidson Street, Sneinton just before the Second World War. It was a small back-to-back terraced house with an outside toilet. One of my first recollections was being bathed in the small kitchen sink and the woman who lived next door talking to Mum. It was snowing. Later they made a snowman and put a pipe in his mouth. It was great fun.
When war broke out we moved to 3 Hoten ...see more
I was born in a little cottage in Whetstone in 1938, just across the road from the brook. When it rained it used to flood all the bottom end of the village, and when the buses went through the floods, the furniture in the houses would move with the ripples,. The bus drivers would stop across the road, and there would always be a cup of tea for them from the people in the cottages. In 1942 we ...see more
I used to love The Puddle, I used to go there every weekend during term time from when it opened at Easter every year, until in closed in October. I would try to go every day during the summer holidays, but I didn't always have the money to get in, I would plead with my mum to give me the money to go, I used to do odd jobs to earn some money to go. I remember one day I went and it was throwing it down with ...see more
My wife was living in Northhumberland Avenue when a V1 doodlebug passed by very low, to land unexploded at the top end of the avenue. She lived at number 208. The house number it landed at was about 220 to 230. It was on a Sunday afternoon. The man living there was in the kitchen having his lunch, and walked along the V1 to turn off his gas and water! My wife remembers quite clearly the V1 coming up the street, ...see more
Earlier this year, my wife and I visited St Kitts, which has a small museum; here we discovered that Thomas Warner, son of William Warner 'gentleman farmer from near Framlingham', had landed on St Kitts as the first European settler on 16th January 1628, colonising same for the English, and later the same of Antigua. With him was Thomas Jefferson whose grandson(?) became one of the earliest Presidents. Well my name ...see more
My husband was born in Wales and is a descendant of farming stock going back to the 1700s, but it's only since retiring to Devon that he started Family History. It seems that his grandmother's parents were born and raised in Devon as agricultural labourers. They were the Blake family who moved to 4 Glancelle, Llanafan Fawr in the 1870s. He then strangly became a brick maker. His last child Edith Louisa ...see more
I remember the blacksmith's and his forge just along from the pub (The Swan I think? - could be wrong),also the wild raspberries, red and white, growing on the common across the road from the pub.
I spent about one day in the school there in 1948-1950 and cried so much they had to send me home.
I went to Cubs a couple of times at the top of Jasons Hill but hated that too, I was very insecure as were a lot of us kids just after the war.
We lived at New House Farm.
I clearly remember the school at Whelpley Hill and detouring on my way there to see an aircraft straddling the roar, fuel dripping from its engines and the flight crew washing their hands in the dripping petrol. Another time there was a Danish plane full of cherries in the road and the locals were helping themselves to the plunder. It was common in those times to see planes in the paddock or across the ...see more
I was born in Cresswell maternity hospital at Dumfries on May 13th 1959, my name was Ann Little. My mum came from Clerkhill, one side of the Nith and my dad came from the other, Sandside. They both met in their teens one night at the Loreburn Hall dance, and from there on they got married and had four children, I am the second child and their first daughter. We were brought up and lived in ...see more
Hi everybody, I remember the Piazza shopping complex as my dad owned the butchers shop on there, Harry Hargreaves. We had some great times working there and I have great memories of the good people that lived in the area, including my mate Andrew Watt who lived on Williamson House. Also the greengrocers shop was owned by a friend of our family, he was called Dave Bowden, then there was the chemist which was ...see more
I remember my childhood, going to the chippy and playing on the beach, everyone was nice and happy. I still live in Barassie but now all I think of is how dull it has become with new buildings everywhere (some better than others ). My grandparents have lived in Troon/Barassie now for nearly 40 years and say things have never been the same, it has gone from bad to worse. It might seem as though I ...see more
My paternal grandmother lived in Lovegreen Street and died when I was 11 years old. Her name was Hanley. She was 80+ when she died and had brought up 6 children in this tiny terraced cottage. I used to visit with my dad and do remember that there was a family with name of Loftus. The ferry was no longer in existence then but my mother told me the story of when she was a little girl and lived at Brasside, they all ...see more
I was priviledged to teach at Warnham Court School 1966-7. We spent a lot of time exploring the countryside and doing pond dipping - getting out wellies good and wet! The students in my class found writing difficult but we wrote books and poems.It was my first year of teaching and I found the days long - from breakfast supervision to lights out' on the dormitory floor. I can still remember the aroma ...see more
I am living in New Zealand now but well remember Mum taking my sister and I to see Father Christmas at the Bearmans Dept. store during the 1950's. In fact I came across a photo of my sister and I with Father Christmas which I am sure was taken there. I was about 7 years old my sister about 5. This was our main Christmas treat and every year Bearmans had a different "grotto" theme. ...see more
My family lived in the end cottage in River Row,our garden backed on to the river and railway line beyond.My brother and I were aged 3 and 4 years old and I can remember waving to my father as he went to work in the pits, the train was a bit far away but my dad used to wave a white handerchief at us. My brother fell in the river once and nearly drown, he was about 5yr old and I was 4yr old, I lay down on my tummy on a ...see more
By kind permission of the Lord Ashcombe, the Holy Trinity Junior Boys Club, Wimbledon, camped for four weeks every year on Ranmore Common. Most of us were choirboys, so we augmented St Barnabas's choir for their services twice each Sunday. Lord Ashcombe read the lessons. At that time there was a dairy next to his house, Denbies, and he gave us our milk. (The estate has since been turned over to a vineyard.) The two ...see more
I remember when I used to live in Gilfach Goch, Mount Pleasant, and the old settlement in the High Street. I used to perform puppet shows in the front room and charge one penny entrance fee, I spent the money in Leslie Belben's shop at the top of the High Street. On other occasions I spent my pocket money going to the cinema, either at the 'Globe' which further up the High Street, or the Workmens Hall, which is ...see more
I once bought an old book dated 1795 entitled "The Pocket Magazine", which had several signatures on early pages of the owner: "Mary Pouncy Rushton". Interested in learning more about her I sought her birth, marriage, death etc details in all the "Rushtons" I could discover: no luck. The book went into the roof. The other day I came upon it again and this time searched every page. A few pages in was a ...see more
I was born and brought up in Cowley. We lived at 169 Oxford Road which now belongs to Emmaus I believe. Across the road was a large old cottage which during the war was used to house evacueee and the Post Office was next door.
When I was young I belonged to the Better Britain Brigade. I have photos taken in St James Hall if anyone is interested, with Fathers Whye and Beacham. I attended church at both St James and St ...see more
My dad was a lorry driver working for a firm called E Day & Sons, it was a green flatback rigid lorry and his main job was working out of a company called Wolfe Rubber Co. They used to make things for the car trade, most of my dad's deliveries were to the car makers up in the Midlands. The reason why I mention this is because I wonder how many people remember how Southall turned into a Indian community, well ...see more
You know I haven't come across anyone who did their 8 weeks' training at Vindi in the summer months, most people you talk to remember most of all the severe winters. I am no exception, I remember going down to the ship from the camp last thing at night for a couple of slces of bread and butter and a mug of what was supposed to aid sleep. If you remember anti, my fondest memory I think was the latest music they ...see more
I am doing my family tree. Francis Evans was my great-great-grandfather, he was born around 1802 and married a Hannah in 1828, they lived in Staveley until he died in 1876. I am trying to find out my great-great-grandmother's maiden name Hannah ..?, Francis Evans's wife, they had a daughter called Hannah also, she was born 1830/31 and married a George Bates in Staveley, he was my great-grandfather. If ...see more
Rediffusion: about 1958 and onwards. This bombshell hit us like nought else, it meant no interference on our wireless. No more tuning in every ten minutes or so. It was A. B. C. D. E. F.
You knew Radio Luxembourg was the station for pop, but it was hell to get on a normal set, we would sit with our hand on the knob and ear to the speaker resetting the dial. But with good old Rediffusion it was crisp and clear. And ...see more
I now live in Low Marnham, I have lived here for about 7 months, and was interested in its history, and so fell upon this web page. I was most interested in Marion Wilkinson's message about her story of her grandmother who had her throat cut. I wanted to know if you know which house it was, because there is something a little odd about my house, that I don't understand and I wondered if there was a conection. If ...see more
Who remembers the good old 1950s in Woking? At this time I was a teenager. I used to go dancing at the Public Hall which was named 'Atlanta'. My girlfriend at that time was a schoolfriend, and we both went to Goldsworth School. Her name was Georgina Burt, and she lived in Horsell. There were a lot of soldiers dancing there at that time. We also went to a dancing club in Brookwood. In my early school days I often ...see more
I lived there as a young child from about the ages of 2-14 years old (1960-early 1970s). As a young child Elmer Road seemed to be at the end of the world. The main road heading east hit a dead-end and went nowhere.
For years our world seemed, to me at least, to be the stoney beach, the village, Bognor town centre and nothing else. There was never much to do... nothing ...see more
I too remember the Mexican cacti garden at Worfield. It was owned by Lieutenant General Sir Oliver Lees and was a favourite place of my father's as there was a Mexican band. We used to sit and listen to the unusual strains of the Mexican songs over the Shropshire countryside. Bizarre, but a lovely memory!
I remember going to the Mexican gardens at Worfield, I'm sure they were owned by Sir Oliver Lees and there was a Mexican band.
I was born in Rayne and in the 1950s.I have fond memories of being able to play various sports in the road at School Road with my brother Peter and friend Richard Dodd, gaining a few more players as word got around! We used to mark the Tennis Court on the road with chalk and played many games, sometimes having to vacate to allow the occasional vehicle to pass. Chief Inspector Baker of Braintree was often passing by ...see more
Escaping from his mammoth wife, Gran Con, who could eat a whole chicken at one sitting, Great Grandad Stickland fled Street in Somerset and took lodgings in the F&H. He suffered nightmares, and the person who slept in the same lodging room used to turn him over. One night he did not and that night he died. Perhaps he thought his wife had caught up with him.
He was a grand horsemen and ...see more
Stayed here with my parents in August 1966 when it was a Christian Guest House. If there had been a fire it would have been a death trap!!
From my birth in 1945 to my departure from Greenock in 1958 I think I can honestly say were the best years of my life. I was born in Oakfield Terrace, I was the middle of three children. Tough times? Who knew, everybody was in the same boat. My family moved about a bit, to Port Glasgow Road (PADDIES CASTLE) then to Rossbank Road, after which we came south to London, but by then my childhood had gone and I guess I just had to grow up. You know something? I don't think I ever did.
My parents were married in this church in June 1943. My father Ernest was in the Navy (based at Portland) and my mother Joan worked as a secretary at Tilleys Garage.
I was posted to no 7 training unit number 9 troop 5th in February 1953, i did have a troop photo but with 5 house moves over the years they have been lost. If anyone out there has a photo of this group I would love to see it, also any photos of the OTW unit at Marne Lines, or if no photo any memories, as I would love to receve an email. I would like to find out about my best friend Brian Cook, any information would be gratefully received.
Bob Brown
My mother - Peggy Barker - looked after Mungo Walker, the grandson of the Heaton-Ellises when he returned from Kenya as a 7 year old in the late 1930s. This was only for a few months until he went to boarding school. She was supposed to be teaching him Maths but I think from the sound of it, they just had a lovely time going on walks and generally acclimatising him to life in England. ...see more
I was based in Inverbervie from March 1957 till March 1958 with 977 Signals Unit of the Royal Air Force. 977 SU operated radar from an underground site on the hill a couple of miles north of the village. Height finding and azimuth aerials were mounted on plinths on the surface. Coming up to the surface to work on the aerials or just for a change of scene was always pleasant, with curlews calling and ...see more
Hi
I am researching the Cranleigh Hotel in Cranleigh (presently called the Cranley Hotel). It has also in the past been The Railway Hotel.
I have also been told that the hotel was previously in a different place (where the Old Laundry Cottages are now) but I am not sure if this information is correct.
Can anyone help me with the history of this hotel?
Many thanks for reading this.
Regards,
LINDA
Westgate opened in 1958 for my last school year. I competed in the discus and cross country, and represented the school in rugby and a decathlon. Great school, followed by Slough College. Later, I emigrated and worked for a company in Australia, then the government. My boss talked me into studying, which later led to university where I met my wife.
I'm only fourteen but still I have some amazing memories of Ferryside, generations of my family have lived here and i'm planning never to leave. Me and my mam, we're looking through all the pictures and everything seemed so simple, I wish it was still like that, I like the look of how things were back then and I really do wish everything stayed the same. Especially the cafe and square, if you ask me there ...see more
Burrow Hill School is now derelict. It closed in 1998 and I have just walked past the boarded-up site this afternoon. Although I have lived in Frimley Green since 1993 and seen one of its main buildings from within a housing estate at the bottom of the hill, I have never known what that building was. Entry into the school is really off the beaten track and in effect the school is really hidden in the local ...see more
My father, Dudley David Wright, who lived in a poor section of Grimsby with his foster mother Nellie Fields and was born in 1924 told me of summers he spent in Dogdyke on a farm owned by a Mrs Vintner. Another person who summered there was Edith STokes, who died in the 1980's or 1990's. My father later emigrated with my mother, sister and I to Australia and has since died and I have no record of his birth parents, ...see more
My parents moved to Pottonin 1937 on the Land Resettlement Scheme from Sunderland. As I was only 18 months old at the time and we were not there long, my memories consist of photographs only and these are of members of my family working the land. Shortly before the Second World War broke out we moved to Bygrave in Hertfordshire. During our time there we had avacuees staying with us and Canadian forces were billeted ...see more
I was only 9 years old. It was my first holliday away from Romania, and for a child it was amazing to live in a completely different world (even if it was for 2 weeks). I remember every day that I spent there and the only thing I regret is that I've never had the chance to be grateful to the family that took care of me all this time.
Thank you Mr and Mrs Grigg for your hospitality and I really hope that some day I'll see you again.
Myself and my brother (Simon) moved here with our parents around 1989-90. We both attended Mary Howard School and made quite a few friends, and sadly after just one year we moved away again. It was a beautiful part of the countryside and I would like to get in contact with a few old school mates if they manage to read this. Both of our last names were 'Cummings' but mine has since changed to 'Matthews'. Please get in touch if you remember us, I would like to hear from you.
I moved to Forest Green when I was 2 but my whole family comes from the area. Christine Dendy (my maternal grandmother) was born in the village. Her parents were a housemaid and a gamekeeper/odd-job man for the Vaughan-Williams estate. My grandmother was born in the row of First World War council houses erected behind the village green and she married the son of a village shopkeeper from Ockley. Their ...see more
I lived in Spindle Cottage (now, I see, simply 'Spindles') with my mother from mid-1940 till the end of the Second World War, from the age of five till ten; my father, who was a codes and ciphers officer in the RAF, was captured in Crete in 1941 and spent most of his time in Stalag Luft 3, where he forged documents for various escapes, as he was a commercial artist in civilan life. We rented the ...see more
I was a trainee residential social worker at Elm House, Christmas 1974. I spent 2 months at several residential establishments working for the old Cheshire County Council. Fond memories of matron Dolly Barrett and cook Nan.
I lived in Market Drayton during the war and went to school there, ending at the Grammar School. It was wonderful to see therefore what we called the Big Bridge with a glimpse of the side of our house to the left of the full fronted one. I enjoyed a full varied childhood in the town especially on Market days, playing football and sledging down Salisbury Hill and even chasing girls! I have detailed all ...see more
We remember the excitement of seeing this postcard at Wallasey post office and realising that the black car was Dad's old Daimler. We could make out the number with a magnifying glass at the time. We recently returned from Scotland on a trip to revisit some old haunts and see how things had changed. Some were good and some were disappointing. These photos remind us of how things were when we grew up in Wallasey.
I lived not very far from Beaumont park and as a child I used to go there along with friends, my sister or my brother, I remember the huge slide that was there and the long metal rocking horse that was on the field. The park was great to visit even at winter times, but the best was the summer when the ice cream shop was open and also the large paddling pool was available. Walking down the wide pathways you would ...see more
My dad was evacuated to Alrewas and stayed with the Tranter family in Fox Lane. He would dearly love any information about the family. He knows they had a son called Ted.
I lived in Newport with my Mom Gladys, Father Jock and sisters Tina, Trisha and Jacky. We lived in Prospect Road for many years. My fondest memories are of meeting the gang in The Town Square outside "Mary Lambs" wearing our "Teddy Suits" and showing off to the girls and people staring at us from the buses waiting for passengers. We thought we were just the "bees knees". Some of the guys names I ...see more
In the 1930s my grandparents had a small general store/shop at the crossroads in Lawshall. It has long since converted back to a cottage and has an extension where the shop used to be we think. They left there before the Second World War. Does anyone remember them or have a photo? Their names were Albert Pratt and Violet (Cissie) Pratt. My mother's name was Eileen who was about 8/9 at the time.
My great grandfather, Jeremiah Kittle, was born in Burgh in about 1828. From about the 1760s his famliy rented grazing marsh in Somerleyton,just across the River Waveney, and probibly rowed across to check their livestock. By 1860 Jeremiah was a blacksmith/wheelwright in Somerleyton and later rented Manor Farm in Herringfleet, and by his death at 93 years he had fathered over 20 children. It is said that up to ...see more
I am looking into my ancestry, and find relatives on the 1861 census living at the Toll House, Eastry, can any one tell me if it still stands today and are there any pictures of it? Thank-you Elspeth
I went along on Saturday 1st November and watched Devon based Grimspound Border Morris perform outside "The Swan" along with three other teams of dancers including Sweet Coppin clog dancers from Taunton to mark the close of the 2008 Charter Fair. Sadly the landlord, Robin, died just this year. It was his wish that the traditional music and dancing that follows the Bampton Fair should ...see more
Hiya, I live in Alrewas with my parents, Mr Bill Williams, and Irene, from 1965 till they both passed away and are at rest in Alrewas Church. They both had a great number of friends in the village from Amateur Dramatics to Bill being the lay-peacher. Many fond memories flood back. Our last house, of 3 in Alrewas was the Old Stagecoach Inn, next to the Barkery at Church Road (by the enterance to the Mill). ...see more
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Hello, I was born at Paxton Park in 1948. My mum was Sheila Shepherd, daughter of Lilian and Percy. Mum married Horace Hermitage who was stationed there, they married and went off to live in Kent but she came back to St Neots to have my sister Carole.
I remember so well the train journey from Kent to go and stay with Nan 'n Grandad, they lived in Ferreres Avenue, as did Aunty Ursula and her husband Gorden ...see more
I only lived in Spaldwick for about 6 months from December 1968 to May 1969. Just married, with a baby, we rented a farm cottage to the west (?) of the village green, the lane leading to the church was next to it. One night in January or February all was quiet on a very cold and frosty night. We were both fast asleep until my wife woke me and said "Someone's knocking on the back door!". We both crept downstairs ...see more
In 1969 I was 15 and quit school. I was hitch hiking and ended up in Coverack. I was drinking in the local pub, the Paris Hotel I think, when some construction guys offered me a job digging ditches and laying sewer pipes. It was summer, and the foreman had rented a field from a local farmer. He lived in a caravan and the rest of us had tents. The foreman was a six foot seven South African, and his crew were all Irish ...see more
The corner shop was owned by my Aunt May. My sister Betty used to help out at holiday times. I used to spend a lot of summer times in Gainford and I still have an affectionate feeling for it. I have memories of the Andersons,who used to live next to St Peter's School (I think I have that name right), who were friends of my sister, as were nearly all of the village.
In August 2006 my daughter and I visited Nether Compton in a Trace Your Ancestors search. My father, the son of an Eliza Pelly here in Lancashire, always told the tale of two brothers, Charles and Henry Pelly, who walked the length of England looking for work. They found it as Agricultural Labourers in Bury where they received 13/6 a week as opposed to 11/6 in Nether Compton.
Charlie was born in ...see more
Weaverham was a quite place to live and even bring up a family. I don't live there any more but some of my family do, Maddock and Moreton. When I was growing up there we lived on St Mary's Avenue, just off Farm Road. A few months ago now I did a walk down the road, I even saw a few old faces, but Weaverham is not the same any more. Years ago there were not many police cars driving around the place but now there are. But like I say. Weaverham is not the same any more.
My family moved to Rugeley in 1954 from Northumberland. Dad worked at Brereton Colliery and Mum at Birmid Metals. I attended Aelgar school and about that time got my first job delivering newspapers for the 'Burnthill Press' (Market Square, I think that's the name). My round started from the town out and up the Hednesford road to the very last house!I also attended the youth club that was opposite the Globe pub at the ...see more
My great-great-grandfather George Beales owned the Pleasure Boat Inn. He ran a wherry boat from there in about 1890. I am looking for more information about this and for pictures of the Beales family - in anyone can help, please get in touch.
Mike Beales
mabeales@aol.com
The 1901 census shows my grandmother Emma Mainwaring, then aged 14, working as a domestic servant at Kenwicks Park. Thinking that Kenwicks Park was the name of a large country house I started to search for it only to find that Kenwicks Park refers to a locality. Can anyone suggest where I can find the exact house where my grandmother worked? I am desperate to take a photo of the property to add to my family history.
My great-great-great-grandad was a blacksmith at Countersett - and I am thinking of coming over from Lincoln to see if there are any Metcalfes buried in the churchyard. He was born in 1805, and married Elizabeth Armstrong who was born 1811.
To all the young 'ens of that era or anyone else - who remembers walking down and up the self beaten footpath behind the long established fish & chip shop opposite the old Heppinstall's general store (long since gone), to the Devils Pond to catch what we thought were Terrapines! Or catching frogs etc, and making home made carts to pull up 3 Boy Hill at the top of Ouzelwell or Pit Lane at the top of King Edward Street then free wheel down, usually out of control!
My parents, Thomas and Lily Evans, made their first home in a tiny house called the Lamb and Flag in Llangynwyd, just above Cwmfelin. It was, and still is, the most beautiful place. My father worked down the pit, life was very hard, but my parents went on to have eight children, Ivy, Tommy Letty, Haydn, Phylis, Dillwyn, and Billy. They moved to Cwmfelin and lived in No 12 Maiden Street, ...see more
Does anyone have any memories of Leigh Green Cricket club? I live on a farm in Leigh Green which was supposedly the cricket green & pavilion & would love to find out more about it.
Can anybody remember the fair that used to come in the summer to the field in Woods Lane in the 1950s? It was the field where the Grove public house now stands. The fair used to come for a week, they used to have swing boats and it was very exciting for us kids, it was something to look forward to in the summer. Happy days.
How many of you out there remember the Sunday Granada matinees? On Sundays at the Grendada in between movies the rock bands that performed in that theatre included the Rolling Stones, The Saints, Plus One and The Savanas, my brother Graham Jeffrey performed in the last 2 bands mentioned, does anyone remember?
Clive
We owned the Post Office/ Store in Ireshopeburn and I think the photo you have of it has my Grandmother standing in front of the shop. We moved to New Zealand but I have never forgotten the wonderful years living in Ireshopeburn. I lived there from the age of 3 until I was 8 but the memories live on.
I left Caistor Yarborough School in 1961 and went to work for Mr Joseph Nickerson as a telephonist in a big house where his offices were (Nickersons Seeds had their labs too I believe), it was on on the hill leading to Cuxwold. I remember there was a lot of staff, most of whom I still remember the names of. We all used to go down to the Blacksmiths Arms for our lunch.They were good days, ...see more
Torquay has an unjustified reputation of being a 'dump'. I visited this town for the day during a holiday in nearby Dartmouth. True, one day can't be enough to make a proper judgement but I really liked Torquay and wondered why people do consider it to be a 'dump'.