Portishead, The Boating Lake c.1960
Photo ref:
P90090
Photo ref:
P90090
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Portishead's Marine Lake lies in the recreation ground behind the Esplanade running along Woodhill Bay. A swannery lay on the wooded islet in the pear-shaped lake, and a paddling pool was added later. The extensive dockland area lay out of sight behind the wooded hill and the power station.
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Memories of Portishead, the Boating Lake c1960
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. These memories are of Portishead, The Boating Lake c.1960
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My grandmother lived at 'Staddle Stone', Portishead and I am trying to find where her house may have been; it overlooked the channel. Can anyone help me please..
I was born in Park House, Portishead in 1930. My grandmother was Ada Alice Crees (nee Seymour), who came to Somerset as a baby, but her brother was left behind in Wales with a relative. They lost contact for many years but but were reunited in 1940. The Clevedon Mercury Newspaper ran a story on this, does anyone know where I could obtain a copy of this? I spent many happy days in Portishead and often return to the area.
I was the eldest of six children,'the Allen Family', and spent all our happiest years in Redcliffe Bay and then Portishead, after coming from Britsol in the 1940s (our family was one of the casualties in the Bristol bombing). The lake was a special place to go, and really one of the only places in thse days. I spent my happy school / teenage years in Portishead and then moved to Bath where I now live. ...see more
This photo shows Woodhill Road, the houses at the top of the picture, the road I was born in 1951. How the scene has changed over the years. Long gone are the power station chimneys and the old boating shed where my Grandpa used to work. As a child I rode my pony around the lake grounds through the village and then to the top of Naish Hill where I kept her.
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