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.

Hi, does anyone recall these flats? My grandparents lived there, Mr and Mrs Rowe. My grandad worked on the Barbican, he was a skipper on a fishing boat. They had a large family, my dad was one of their children, name of George Rowe. They have all long gone but I still have lots of family in Plymouth. Shirley Jones (nee Rowe)

My mother was apprenticed to the ladies' hairdressers in George Street, circa 1934. She did well and was made manageress of the salon in the late 1930s. Her name was Betty Cowling, she was born and raised in Bickleigh and would come into Plymouth every morning on the steam train from Bickleigh station. A long shot (...Read full memory)

Whilst this is the best known photograph of Ford Park Cemetery in the late nineteenth century it is also one of the best of Plymouth College (seen in the top right), because it was taken at a time when the school still owned all the land down to the eastern cemetery wall and had continuing hopes of extending the first (...Read full memory)