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The 1950s
I well remember what seemed like an age, the summer holidays of the early 1950s. My brother and I would spend all day on the beach or after the harvest playing stage coaches with the bales of hay in the field in Stocks Lane. In ...Read more
A memory of Bracklesham Bay
The 'fence' On The Beach
As a very young child, probably aged about 3 or 4, my family rented one of the cottages close to the cliff side at Sea View Crescent on two consecutive years. I remember the drive down Ostend Road, where lots of the ...Read more
A memory of Walcott in 1967 by
That's Not Sandy Cove
That's the beach at Combe Martin, Sandy Cove is round the coast from there. In 1965 I was living in that building you can see in the middle of the picture. Note from Editor: Thank you for the information - we are now changing our records.
A memory of Combe Martin in 1965 by
Tettenhall Junior School
I remember starting Tettenhall School. I remember playing hide and seek and hid in the coal shed at the back of the school then being dragged in front of the whole school at assembly for having a black face and clothes ...Read more
A memory of Tettenhall in 1943 by
Teenage In Pilning.
Leaving school / starting work... grown up at last! Joining youth club at the Zion chapel, Gordon Ellis taught us to dance, and Auntie May Holbrook was always at hand with refreshments, a chat anything! My first boyfriend was ...Read more
A memory of Pilning in 1951
Teenage Holidays
From 1961 through to 1964 I would (with friends) come down to Pett Level initially camping but then in a disused beach hut. We would spend at least three hours a day drinking coffee and soft drinks in this café. It was owned by a ...Read more
A memory of Pett Level by
Tea Times At Beadnell
My name is Sean Sweet. I have many memories of Beadnell. My Grandparents owned a cottage near the harbour called Sandy Dell and later my parents had a static caravan on the links. Every summer seemed to be hot and sunny and ...Read more
A memory of Beadnell by
Tarpots
I remember the north side of the London road much as has been described by others with some differences, the last shop before the garage was Jones the butchers, owned by Mr Jones and run by his three sons, Roy, Owen and the third one ...Read more
A memory of Great Tarpots in 1945 by
Tanker In The Mud
Around that time we had 3 or 4 holidays at Jaywick Sands and St.Osyth's. Although I think we nearly didn't go back after this adventure! 'The Sands' at Jaywick opened at low tide to miles of shifting mud! Well very waterlogged ...Read more
A memory of Jaywick in 1957 by
Those Long Lost Days In Lamberhurst
It was indeed interesting reading Roger Barden's account of Lamberhurst, but feel he has left out a few salient points. Of course Curtis the newsagents and Avards the bakers with the ever inquisitive Mrs ...Read more
A memory of Lamberhurst in 1960 by
Captions
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This quiet little corner is on the north side of Torquay and reached by way of a romantic wooded ravine.
The small beach to the left is at Prechers Rock.
Beer remains a fishing village, if not quite on the scale of yesteryear, and there are still a number of family-owned boats.
Some scenes at the seaside never seem to change.
Despite encroaching development, there is still the hint of a quaint old village here at Ferring.
Pleasure boats were still available from the beach; these competed for trade with the paddle steamers that had been introduced in the 1880s, after their initial function had been superseded by the railways
H Absalon offered bathing huts, but only for the use of ladies and children.This was where they could discreetly enter the water, hidden from prying eyes.There were other huts for men.
The beach may have been home to bathing machines by day, but at night there were other things going on - in 1853 a raid by customs men revealed 153 casks of smuggled rum and brandy.
Torquay has long been a magnet for holidaymakers from all over the country. Its gentle climate in all seasons has proved irresistible.
They must have been useful as changing huts, but surely not to make sea-bathing discreet and private, as in Victorian times.
This tranquil creek, three miles south of Truro, is one of many on the River Fal. Here two girls are enjoying the sunlight.
The esplanade Hotel (left) stands on the north side of the Promenade; horse-drawn brakes wait for passengers from either the beach or the hotel, bound for the railway station in the town centre.
The building with the tower is known as Low Lighthouse, although it has now been converted into the Maritime Museum. Built in 1818, it replaced an earlier wooden structure.
Holidaymakers and day trippers have been drawn to the sandy beach at the mouth of the Seaton valley.
When we contrast this view with the one taken in 1901, the bathing machines have gone, to be replaced by chang- ing tents and the long lines of beach huts.
Disturbed water at the cliff base indicates the power and force of the seas as they surge into the bay and crash against the beach.
Abbotsbury, situated at the western end of Chesil Beach, is most famous for its swannery, the waters of the Fleet often being turned white with hundreds of birds.
The refreshment hut has now been overtaken by a more substantial establishment, which offers outside seating and car parking on the beach.
A big sea is running into the famous cove, as if to emphasise the rugged grandeur of the west coast of the Lizard.
The tram lift saves a long, tiring climb to the top of the hill.
Rather curiously, the High Street turns sharp right at this road junction, and heads down to the beach. The road in the centre distance is the Coast Road to Redcar.
The sea walls still show some resemblance to the walls of a jetty. By the 1950s, visitors to the beach were mainly from the numerous caravan sites in the area.
A path leads from the tiny village across the fields to low cliffs above this quiet beach.
Up to the Second World War, Bacton remained a sleepy fishing hamlet.
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