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How lovely to see this picture of Bedford Street. I lived at the Prince of Wales until I married in 1959. My mom and dad had the pub for many years and dad also had the coaches. Lots of happy memories of the church school next to the Darknings Wood. Miss Grimmer and Mrs Sexton were my fav teachers, ohh.. and Mr Davies the (...Read full memory)
My abiding memory of Ampthill is when I used to go to the Saturday pictures with my cousins and the fire engine would be called out. The only problem was the siren that called them out was the old wartime air-raid siren. What a noise !!! I lived in Maulden but often visited Ampthill. thanks for the memories. !!!
Browsing Ampthill, for the first time, I came across the above photo. On the left just above the logo is a shop blind that used to protect the meat in the window display from sunshine (when it appeared). That blind was the bain of my life in 1952/3/4 when I was a so called "butchers boy". It never ran correctly on it's (...Read full memory)