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My Early School Years In Mill Hill 1943 1950
I have few memories of my primary school which was in a private house in Croft Close a turning off of Marsh Lane, but I do remember being very happy there. This was during the latter war years. ...Read more
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1950s In Hook Heath, Woking
In 1949/50 my parents moved to Little Morton, Hook Heath Road when I was 2 years old. The house (now advertised as having 6 bedrooms) seemed enormous and the garden was very large. In about 1960 my parents sold part of it ...Read more
A memory of Hook Heath
Growing Up In Queensbury
I was born in Wellington Street on the 16th. of June 1955. My mother was Kate Holland, formerly Henderson. and my father was George E Holland. Sadly he passed away in 1939. So I dont remember very much about him. I had a ...Read more
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Mitcham
I lived in Manor Road in the late fifties and then Lymington Close until the end of the sixties, it was a great place to live then. We played on Mitcham common going to the seven island ponds on our bicycles and the old gun site. Mr ...Read more
A memory of Norbury
St Nicholas (Later Box Hill) School & Remembering The Misses Garrard
I attended St Nicholas school (later Box Hill School) between approx 1957 and 1962. The school was co-educational and catered to children aged from about age 4 to 18. My brother was 4 and I was 7 when we started at the ...Read more
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Air Force Brat
My father was stationed in Lakenheath, England in 1963. My mother and 2 brothers followed 3 months later - I was 12 at the time. Coming from Texas, November in England was a shock, and it was the coldest winter they'd had in 60 years. ...Read more
A memory of Newmarket
Precious Memories!
Some of my most precious memories of life belong to Menith Wood. My parents bought a caravan where we had many happy times on the “Bird in Hand” public house caravan site, opposite the woods. I remember feeding “Thomas” the boar, ...Read more
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Yesterday's Birch
I REMEMBER BIRCH IN 1960'S. THE VILLAGE SHOP WAS RUN BY A JEWISH MAN CALLED MR WOLFE. WHEN YOU CROSSED THE ROAD ON TO WHITTLE LANE THERE WAS A ROW OF HOUSES THAT WERE ATTACHED TO THE WHITE HART PUB . AS YOU WALKED UP THE ...Read more
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The Lost Wildlife Of Welling
Who can remember the cheerful chirping of house sparrows appearing as if from nowhere and landing en masse on a tree or fence, only to fly off again in a moment's notice. Or the wonderful murmeration patterns from clouds ...Read more
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Memories Of High Street
This is a very significant picture to me although taken a good many years after we left High Street for Mill Lane. My sister, Hilda and I were both born in one of the houses just beyond the white building, in our time that ...Read more
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The road to the right leads to Callas Hill and Foxhill.
Though parts of Pendle Hill reach over 1,900ft, it never quite makes it to 2,000 feet—the height when a hill becomes a mountain.
These compact, if undistinguished, houses still stand behind the Fox on the Hill in Smithy Lane, as it leads towards the busy A217 Brighton Road.
Samuel Fox's umbrella works were here, as well as the English Fruit Preserving Co's orchards.
The ancient name for the village is Barelegh (meaning 'wasteland'), but lush meadows now support flocks of sheep.
Not only does the ancient 'Jurassic Trackway' run on a north-south line to the east of the village towards Tilton-on-the Hill, but a Neolithic road from Leicester, eastwards towards Ingarsby, skirts the
This hotel nestles at the foot of Box Hill, alongside the rushing traffic of the main London to Dorking road.
The Museum displays paintings, logbooks, model ships, and yacht designs by Uffa Fox, and is a sailor's haven.
Here the River Mole cuts into the steep slope of Box Hill near the Burford Bridge Hotel.
Further down Tanner's Hill, the lane becomes Old School Lane; this view looks north past these pairs of tile-hung former estate cottages, which are all now in private hands and extended by a bay at
Street has changed out of all recognition - though the 15th-century White Horse, a famous coaching inn in the centre of the picture, still stands, and the view is still terminated by the green baulk of Box Hill
Preserved by Surrey County Council, it is most famous for its ancient yews.
A marvellous view of the once bustling scene at the tea rooms near the summit of Box Hill, close to the Monument.
In the Domesday Book it was spelt as it is today; the name comes from either 'halgh', an ancient word for hill, or from an Icelandic invader named Hella who settled here.
Officially described as a `drinking fountain for horses, cattle and dogs`, it became known as the Angel, owing to the 15ft-high white Sicilian marble statue on a Yorkshire stone base.
The sandstone hills have their highest point in Leith Hill, 965ft above sea level, about five miles south-west of Dorking.
When I was a teenager I remember riding out on my BSA Bantam to the Wimpy Bar on Box Hill. I
Ingleton is the gateway to the Three Peaks, and has been a popular destination for hill walkers and climbers for over a hundred years.
Overlooked by the slopes of Box Hill and the sweep of the North Downs, this delightful village acquired its name from the badgers whose setts were by the River Mole.
The Lookout at the summit of Box Hill is due to the generosity of Mr Leopold Salomons of Norbury Park.
The popularity of Box Hill, once called the White Hill from its chalk bluff and affording a splendid view across the Weald from its summit of just over 600ft, reached an apogee during the late Victorian
The young girl in her fashionable cloche hat dips for minnows in the River Beane, whilst her friend waits patiently for her turn.
This chocolate box view has been carefully preserved by the beneficial presence of the local landowners, the Ongley and Shuttleworth families, for almost 200 years.
Down the hill to the left lie the delights of the Logan Rock Inn, while turning right after the telephone box leads to a beautiful campsite high above Porthcurno beach.
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