One hundred years after this photograph was taken my husband and I visited these ruins during a holiday when we celebrated our Silver Wedding. We had came back to the West Country so that we could visit all our old haunts. We met in 1960 and had very little money so our courting had to be very economical! We spent (...Read full memory)

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)

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 found myself in Plymouth just before Christmas 1966. I was pregnant and unmarried. Upon arrival at the Woodside home for unmarried mothers I was taken into the bosom of that wonderful establishment and strange as it may seem it was one of the happiest times of my life and I hold dear the wonderful memories of the girls and (...Read full memory)