I was probably about 8 years old when this photo was taken, and I can clearly remember spending many summer days at the lido with my friends. I was talking to my granddaughter who is now 8 yrs old but living in Singapore, and so or chat was on Skype. She has always liked the water and swimming and is now learning to swim (...Read full memory)

My husbands father and brothers and parents owned this Hotel. It received a direct hit by a German bomber and half the family were killed. Jim (my Husband's father) was out and went back to find the scene of destruction and remained traumatised for many years.

When I was a child I'd go into town with my mother and to come home we'd stand on Old Town Street waiting for the 43 or 44 bus to Whitleigh, and I was mesmerised staring at the Guinness Clock as each word lit up progressively: GUINNESS - IS - GOOD - FOR - YOU. Happy times.

I remember sitting on my Grandma's knee at the back bedroom window in Costly Street, watching the sky flickering as Plymouth burned. I was very very young, but the memory remains...