Scratby, The Steps c.1955
Photo ref:
S463034
Photo ref:
S463034
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The sand-dunes along the east coast of Norfolk can rise to heights of ten metres or more, making access to the beautiful sandy beaches relatively difficult. The east coast has always been open to the threat of enemy invasion, as the concrete pill-box further along the cliff indicates.
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A Selection of Memories from Scratby
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. Here are some from Scratby
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My parents had long been visitors to Norfolk during the second world war. My mother now in her eighties visited Great Yarmouth many times as a child and my father being older than mum did his basic RAF training in Norfolk. My family all being Londoners born and bred would escape to Hemsby in the sixties for family holidays to what was then Madisons holiday camp, later to be Pontins. By the time I was six my family had ...see more
Wonderful happy days with all the family on holiday and the dogs, boozy nights for the adults at the pub, plenty of vimto and crisps and money for the bingo for us. Stayed in the Marrams in a bungolow which sadly got buried under the sand. We thought we were in paradise having a week at Hemsby.
For many years in the late 1960s and early 1970s our parents packed up our 2 old cars and brought us 4 children from London and Yorkshire to Scratby. We would rent any number of holiday cottages, one called Clifton and one called Roma, that one remains in my heart, as the old lady opposite Roma worked at the Hippodrome Circus and when we resuced her dog once she got us free tickets. We would ...see more
My brother and I had holidays in the chalets on the top of the cliffs along with my parents and maternal grandmother. It always seemed hot and sunny and the whole two weeks was spent climbing along the cliffs, digging in the sand and swimming. In the evenings we played board games or took a walk to California Sands. Dad took us into Great Yarmouth on the Wednesday of each of our two weeks. It may seem very quiet and ...see more
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