Featuring this image:

Rural Life
This image appears in Theme:

Rural Life

Stunning, serene village scenes from the archive.

More about this scene

Caption for Godstone, The Village Green C1955: Until the M25 and M23 by-passed Godstone, it had become seriously blighted by traffic on the Eastbourne road, the A22 and east-west traffic on the A25, which peaked in the 1960s and 1970s. It is still busy, of course, but much more endurable, and the village has regained much of its quality of life. This tranquil scene, with a cricket match in full swing on the village green, looks towards the south side of the green; the A22 is on the far left beyond the trees.

Memories of Godstone

As soon as I was old enough to drive, my Dad taught me, we used to drive down to Godstone from Kenley quite often and we would go to either the Hare & Hounds or the White Hart for a beer, sometimes a meal. In my courting days I would often take girls to either for an evening out, behind the White Hart is a (...Read full memory)

I was born in Eastbourne Road, in a house opposite the sand pits and the common. My name was Wendy Mitchell. With my sisters and brother I would spend hours picking bluebells and primroses and climbing trees there. At the bottom of our garden across a small field was Leigh woods which had a stream (...Read full memory)

I lived in Godstone from 1947-1975 when I moved to Dorset. In those days I was Wendy Knight. At one time my father worked at the bakers, Broad's it was called, it was two doors down from the shop on the green, his brother Sidney had R G Knight's the butcher, R G being their father. I spent a lot of time down the stables, (...Read full memory)

My Mum and Gran came to Godstone with me as a baby, we moved from Croydon because of the Second World War. My granddad, Alfred Sreatfield, now dead, had helped to build 13 Salisbury Road. I was christened at St Nicholas Church, and went to school in Godstone, and later in Bletchingly. I played on the green, (...Read full memory)

Sparked a Memory for you?

If this has sparked a memory, why not share it here?


Add to Album