Newhaven, The Harbour c.1965
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Despite its name, Newhaven is anything but new, for it dates from Henry VIII's time when the River Ouse was canalised into its present course, and the town absorbed the old village of Meeching. After 1850, the arrival of the railway revived the port to its present bustle. Later 19th-century harbour works were an attempt to rival Dover in the cross Channel trade: the Newhaven-Dieppe ferry still steams from here.

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Pinner Grammar School had an exchange programme for students in Annecy and every year a party of 4th and 5th Forners travelled to France on the Newhaven to Dieppe Ferry. When I was in the fourth form I joined the school party which was very exciting as I had never previously travelled abroad. We sailed on the "Arromanches", a cross channel ferry built for the SNCF in 1940 but renamed "Vichy" ...see more
The year England won the World Cup (1966) I was 8 years old and living on the coastguard station at Newhaven with my younger brother, you could hear my late father yell as England lifted the World Cup, we beat West Germany. Other than that it was always lots of fun, from where we were we could clearly see the lifeboat house and the car ferries come and go.
It must have been in the late 1960s, I was on duty in the old watch house and, as was my habit, I was hooking out whiting out of the Harbour, fish that at the time had no commercial value at market and the fishermen threw them back in. I was so engrossed in my angling when a voice behind said "What's all this then, what are you up to?". I turned and there was a policeman standing there, so I replied, ...see more
Many's the time we wandered along the edge of the harbour and up and down the landing stages, studying the leathery faced fishermen's busy hands as they worked on the nets, or repaired lobster pots. We'd peep around, what seemed huge metal doors and gates clad in rusting wire mesh, to get a glimpse of the boat yards beyond, and if we'd enough in our pocket for a cup of tea, we stop at the cafe that looked across the ...see more