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I moved to Outwood 10 years ago to work at the Bell Inn. With its own unique charm I was taken with it from the moment I entered. Originally run by a Mr. John Lane the pub was sold a few years later to a private investor and was sold again to the brewery Fullers who have it now. The pub is a wonderful place to work in and the diversity of the clientele make it so from families with children to business people on their ...see more
From the age of seven Mote Park was almost our backyard. We lived in Plains Avenue, just a few houses from the park keeper's lodge. We could also get to Mote Park by climbing over the fence at the bottom of our garden which led across allotments to Mote Park. I spent weeks wandering there and playing by the lake and later when I was working and had the time I would walk from my house to work at John ...see more
My uncle, Bill Oliver, who lived in Crowland Road used to work at the brickyards pictured. He worked on the kilns. I can remember on Sunday mornings going to see my uncle and my nan, Florrie Oliver. My dad Russell Oliver and I used to cycle over the old bridge which is now part of the Ete bypass. I was born in Eye in Northam Terrace just of the Crowland Road and lived there till I was 21. I now live in Stilton.
I was born and brought up in Possilpark from 1937 until 1958 and do not remember this mural. I guess things have to change, and I must admit the mural is very colourful and well done. I remember the Blind Asylum, the Co-op, Saracen Cross, St. Theresa's Church, all on Saracen Street (if my memory serves me correctly). My little brother and I used to go into the Co-op and watch the men in their white coats measuring out ...see more
We used to go to Art Gallery & Museum on Sundays, especially if it was raining. We took the tramcar from Possilpark right to the door. My sister and our four brothers spent many happy hours there looking in wonder at all the amazing things in the display cabinets. We did not appreciate the art until much later, especially when we had to pay one shilling to stand in line to view Salvador Dali's painting ...see more
Hello, My grandfather was George Frederick Fish, bandmaster to Great Massingham Crown Brass Band. I would dearly love to learn more about both him and the band. Does anyone have any information about them? I believe they once played at Sandringham at Christmas after the king heard them playing in Kings Lynn (I think). I am told that the king was also struck by their uniforms which my grandfather, a tailor, had made for all the bandsmen.
I stood at the end of the Cobb on the day of the worst storm this winter and both saw and felt the sea spray as the waves hit the top of the sea wall. It was just as exciting as shown in this view of 1910 ! I was visiting for the day while sight-seeing with our friends Julian and Janice Dent who were staying with my wife Elizabeth and me in Tiverton. Julian took photos of the ...see more
My parents moved to North Boarhunt in 1964/65. We lived at the top of Trampers Lane - sideways to what was then Doney's Garage. Our house was called "Tryfan". I went to Newton Primary School and have very fond memories of this school with the two teachers, (one) was called Mrs Mahoney, and two classrooms. The main classroom had a coal fire which burned away behind the teacher's desk, and ...see more
Parndon Hall WAS NOT demolished - the Victorian house still lies at the centre of the hospital site and is currently used to house the Past Graduate Medical Centre and Trust offices. Paintings done by Elizabeth Arkwright in the late 19th Century still adorn the doors walls and ceilings of the house. Sadly Parndon Hall is not accessible by the public.
Drifted past this page for a first time on a wet Saturday. In the right hand side of this photo is the The Dolly Posh n Dandy coffee bar. Part clothing, part coke and coffee cafe - a well known hang out, smoking and meeting place for King Edwards and Friary pupils. Anybody else remember this short lived enterprise? Do any other photos exist? I guess this dates this 1968/9 rather than 1965. Also what a ghastly piece ...see more
This was the year my Grandma & Grandad bought a Bluebird Caravan, which they sited on the Bohemia Caravan Site. Just over from the sea top this caravan was the beginning of many happy holidays to be spent at Sutton-on-Sea. Bohemia was lovely, always tidy, flower beds planted - even if there were gas mantles to be lit, water to be fetched and the toilet/shower block over the way. The entire atmosphere ...see more
To me there is nowhere like Skares was, and anyone who came from there will say the same. Everybody knew everybody else and they were always ready to help anyone that needed it. You could go out and leave your door open without worrying about anything being pinched. In the summer we used to all go on a picnic doon the blackwater when it was nice, and we'd go for walks roon the pluck. My mother sometimes took us up to ...see more
My surname is Plucknett. Today I discovered the village of 'Haselbury Plucknett', not in the flesh of course, sadly, but when I Googled my surname to discover its history I found I had a namesake, in the shape of a village in Somerset. I am now wondering if there is any history on the name, and where it originated from? I believe the name Plucknett means 'Blanket maker' - wouldn't it be lovely if ...see more
I own a four decanter set, enclosed in a 10.5 " high by 8" square box, of Amboyna wood, with brass handles and edging, possibly Georgian. Also, held by a brass clip in the top of box, is a 3.5 " glass with the name "Skindles" above a large "S" with a line drawn diagonally through it. Thanks to the internet, and your web-site, I now know, at least, where the glass came from. I have bought many of your photos over the years, thank you for the pleasure they have given me, and my friends.
The George and Dragon in Farnborough was the end of the 47 and 51 bus routes for many years. Drivers and conductors then adjourned to the Orange cafe or the little tea room nearby for a quick cuppa and a cigarette before their return journeys. The view from the George and Dragon at this time was hardly interrupted by houses at all. You could see the A21 across the open land on which stood a ...see more
The picture of Farnborough High Street facing the A21 at Farnborough Green evokes memories of the sweet shop, Hills the newsagents, a small "supermarket", the butcher's shop and a small shoe repair shop. To the left of where the picture was taken was the old Scout hut where once a week us younger boys congregated in the Cubs. Straight ahead in the picture is the old Farnborough ...see more
Hi, my name is Shirley Stoke. I have lots of lovely little memories of living in Haswell, I have a really good memory. I used to live in Church Street. I loved the school across the road from my house and when I used to go to chapel on the corner. I can also remember I used to play with a little girl that used to live up on the hill among ...see more
I have many memories associated with this church in as much as it was where I went to Sunday School and my brother James was an Altar Boy and chorister. During the war years my mum ran the "Castrees" fish and chip shop in the market square right opposite the church. Her name was Rebecca Wilson but she was always known as "Becky". Although these times were not good ones because of the war, black outs etc., that ...see more
My grandparents lived in Kinneff for many years. 6 Martin Terrace to be exact. They are now resting in The Old Kinneff Parish Churchyard. I lived with them for a short time and attended Kinneff School. I have fond memories of my time there. My most vivid memory is lying in bed at night and listening to Todhead Light foghorn. I now live in the US and hopefully soon will be able to bring my children so they can have some fond memories as well.
I grew up in Worcester Park but during rationing mum was registered at Sainsburys at North Cheam so we often used to walk there. I rode my tricycle in and out of the elm trees along the way. I only remember being in the Queen Vic once. It was New Years Eve 1971 and the place was so crowded you could barely move so we left and went to the pub at the top of Lindsay Road in Worcester Park. I went to school at ...see more
My Grandparents lived in Kelloholm on Anderson Street, Number 31 or 32. I remember my Grandad used to be the caretaker at the school in Kirkconnell. They then lived in the Toll House. My Grandad's name was Alexander (Sanny) Templeton. My Grandma was Isabella. They had 3 children, Margaret, Neilly and John who is my Dad. I remember that I used to go play on a children's playground that had a putting green and ...see more
Hi, I lived in lots of places when I was young including Pewsey, Marlborough where I was born, Hook near Wootton Bassett, and Wootton Rivers. My memories of Milton were living at No3 The Crossroads opposite the garage, until 1973 when I was around 5 or 6 years old. Me and my brother used to walk to the 2 room school, my sister was only 2 or 3 then. We could get 2 pink bubble gums for a penny then, half a pence each! ...see more
Please HELP we are trying to get hold of a photograph of 25 High Street SE25 6EZ in the 1900s we have tryed everything have you got any ideas.
Born in 1938 in Modbury, I can remember the latter years of World War II. I remember vividly the nights during the months of the heavy blitz on Plymouth, with the beams from searchlights that were based just outside the town criss-crossing the sky as German bomber formations droned overhead. The American forces had an army camp in a field across from Modbury School and as a youngster I used to wander through the camp ...see more
My Grandfather was station master at Faygate station for quite a number of years. He and my grandma lived in the house right on the platform and they had a garden opposite where he grew vegetables and kept chickens. His name was Frank Allen. I have many memories of playing on the little bridge that used to be over the railway lines as well as on the sidings and buffers nearby. It was all very daring and ...see more
Seeing Norman Jackson's reflections on the teachers of Hugh Bell School conjured up all sorts of wonderful memories. I agree totally with his description of the two headmasters, "Taffy" Evans, the cane toting, foot stamping disciplinarian and Charles Harmer, a gentle man but with a persuasive manner. Mr. Evans at times took us for music and he would always push "Sweet Lass on Richmond Hill" to the point ...see more
I believe my Great Grandparents Annie and Maurice (Frank) Coombes lived and farmed at Church Farm during the 1920s. My father Thomas (Aubrey) Coombes used to spend most of his school holidays there as a boy. This was a very happy time in his life. Long summers helping his grandfather and being spoilt by grandmother Annie. When they gave up the farm, they moved a few doors down into The White ...see more
Ah the old school and the playground, finally moved to the Sidcup bi-pass corner with purpose built buildings and a sports field.
This scene in 2008 looks almost exactly the same as it did in 1969. Further down (out of sight of this picture) many changes have taken place. George Burton's papershop is now a pizza parlour (didn't even know what a pizza was in the early 60s!). Duncan's Chemist shop (famously made of wood) has been demolished, oh how as a youngster I drooled as I looked in his shop window at those wonderful blue and white ...see more
Can anyone help with dating an article from the "Sunday Dispatch" re Mrs Ellen Tait. She was a rural councillor and lived in a council house in Edlington. She was a remarkable lady and I would appreciate help with my research.
My Mum Valerie Merrikin, nee Nichols, was born next to the old pub (recently knocked down) in Skeffington. Grandad Nichols worked at the hall and got the sack because he picked up some wood in the ground for a fire. This meant they lost their home and had to go and live somewhere else, 3 Sunrise Cottage, Brook Lane. When they moved they found an old suitcase ...see more
I was born in a house that is not yet built in this photo, the house would be on the bottom left corner of this print. I still live 200 yards away, level with where the photograph was taken. The area of trees and shrubs on both sides of this view of Dorking Road were developed. However to the rear of the person taking the photograph it is still open common land, as shown in print ref 80804, this view is as was, apart from lamp posts and road signs.
I grew up in Motspur Park, living in Claremont Avenue from 1958 - 1980 where my mother still lives. The swing gate railway crossing which we used to hang onto while the signal man wound them open and closed (the record for the fastest gate opening was recorded here). Sam, the Caribbean Station master who seemed to be there forever. The railway bridge that as a child scared me as the gaps between each ...see more
My mum first came across Bucks Mills when we went for a bodyboarding holiday in Westward Ho! before the march of the mobile homes..! Next year we stayed in Driftwood in Bucks itself and did so for the next 7/8 years until my parents bought an old farmhouse in Broad Parkham. I have stayed in Bucks many times since with friends and family and then with my own wife and children. It holds a magical attraction for ...see more
During the summer season we had Punch and Judy shows on Looe main beach. The puppeteer would parade up and down the prom and beach on a pair of very tall stilts. This, of course, would get everybody's attention. He would 'advertise' his next show. Can't remember how much it cost though!
I remember as a child sliding down 'skiddery rock'. It seemed so large at the time. Alas, most of it has now disappeared beneath the 'new' promenade. The rock was a large inclined slab behind the 'top' Bassett's Cafe.
My G,G,Grandfather was born in this house on the 2nd of July 1864, his name was Joseph Burgess and his parents' names were Joseph and Lydia Burgess nee Brooke. Joseph Burgess emigrated to Australia at the age of 22 years, he came across on the French ship called the Gilcruix on the 13th of Oct 1886. His passage cost 14 pounds and he was in steerage. He married Rebekah Hawker from Altona, Victoria, Australia. They had four daughters and lived in Brighton, Melbourne, Victoria.
I REMMEMBER ONE FRIDAY. NIGHT WHEN ME AND MY VERY SPECIAL FRIEND BRUCE. WERE OUT ON THE TOWN. I REMMEMBER THINKING TO MYSELF HOW NICELY DRESSED ALL THE MEN WERE. THEN I MEET UP WITH SOME OTHERE FRIENDS OF BRUCE'S AND MINE.LISA.EMMA AND LUCY.THEY DIDNT SEEM THEIR NORMAL HAPPY SELF SO I SUGGESTED A FEW DRINKS IN THE WHEATSHEATH.IT WASNT VERY FULL.AND I WAS SERVED BUY TWO OF FRIENDLIEST MEN I HAVE EVER MEET. SOON THE ...see more
I have always heard that my gran's sister started the laundry. Prior to this she was a wardress at the prison. Her name was Maria Stanley. I know that family stories get distorted and maybe she just worked at the laundry. She was definitely a wardress in 1901 and I would be interested to know when the laundry came into being. Later in life my great aunt started a laundry in Liverpool which survived till ...see more
As children we were very priviliged to be part of the village community. We spent many carefree hours playing and making camps in the woods and fields, sometimes we would venture further but had to keep a watchful eye for the keepers. I'm sure they knew we were about but most of the time they turned a blind eye. I was fascinated by their traps, they may seem cruel to some these days but they had a duty to look ...see more
My great grandfather Edward Harris was arrested outside this public house on Christmas Eve 1904 trying to rescue his stepson from the strong arm of the law. He was subsequently fined 50 shillings!
I am not sure about the exact year. I have fond memories of visiting my nan who lived in Flint Cottage and just wondered what happened to it and see if anyone knew anything about it as would like to find out more. The date I have put on was the year I was born so if anyone can help please email me.
I lived at 54 Oaks Road Kenley from about the age of 18 months with my twin sister Pamela and our brother Roger who was three years older. My maiden name was Brookbank. I remember the back garden was very steep on several levels, and right at the top was a gate that led into the woods, and these woods eventually opened out onto a playing field. We used to play in the woods for hours as children, and were never ...see more
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My sisters and I would catch the bus from Crawley to Horsham and send many happy hours in the open pool. Then we would go to the milk bar in the Carfax and get a yummy milk shake!
I was born in Seacombe, Wallasey. When we were kids, say 1948/1952, we used to visit Creek Side near Duke Street Bridge and Dawbarns offices. There was some sort of smallholding there and we used to go and look at the pigs. How exciting it was when new piglets were born and we were allowed to go and see them. I often wonder now who owned this smallholding and would love to know if anybody remembers Creek Side and any info about it. My name when I lived in Seacombe was Joan Roberts
My father, John Robert Coulson, Jr., was born in Bebside, England on December 30, 1907. He came to America with his mother as a young boy. His mother's name was Emma Jane Worth Coulson and she had relatives in Shankhouse. My father's father was also John Robert Coulson and died before my father came to the United States. I will be visiting there in late May 2008 and would love to find relatives, go to the ...see more
I lived here for two years in 1941/42. My father rented it from Mrs Switzer who owned Bell Court. I was ten years old and together with my parents was escaping the Birmingham bombing. I used to fish from that very unstable veranda. We later rented a home on Grange Road in Bidford. Jack Nunn
Can anyone help? I am looking for a photo or info about my great grandfather's shop in Tonbridge at 84 Barden Rd. It was called the Domestic Oil Stores and was owned by Frederick Albert Nice. My grandad, Reginald Cecil Nice (Jock), and my two great aunts, Irene and Gertrude Nice, also worked there. Apparently my great grandad or grandad owned the first motor car in Tonbridge. I left Tonbridge when I was four ...see more
We used to stay at Three Ashes, Stoke Hill with my grandparents most summers in the fifties. They were called Moore. My mother (now deceased) was called Enid Moore and was brought up by her grandparents, John Moore a quarryman and his wife (I do not know her first name). Her mother was called Edith Florence May Moore, but we were brought up to call her auntie. Does anyone out there have any ...see more
At last, Brent Street as I remembered it all those years ago. I would have been 7 years old when this picture was taken. I was born in New Brent Street and shortly moved to Bellvue Road. I went to Bell Lane Infant School. I would go shopping with my mum along Brent Street. I remember 'Rossins' the bakers, where mum would buy me a tiny hovis loaf, then there was 'Home & Colonials' that smelled of ...see more
I HAVE A PHOTOGRAPH OF A THATCHED COTTAGE THAT EXISTED IN ELSHAM FOR MORE 200 YRS. HOW DO I ADD IT TO THE MEMORIES OF ELSHAM?
In September 2007 my partner Alan and I moved into a first floor flat on Tideswell Road directly opposite the church. The fact that the lounge windows overlook the church was the clincher for me when I was viewing the flat for rental. I love the fact that we are not overlooked by other properties which is very unusual for a town centre property. The church itself is a very attractive building and a great ...see more
As a child during the 1970s I used to live in Burgess Hill (10 miles away) with my parents and younger brother David. I remember being very small and my mother taking us to Brighton on the stagecoach bus with our next door neighbours. Both women loved to shop and us four children had to go along for the ride. As we passed Preston Park we always counted the 'pudding trees' (because they were shaped like christmas ...see more
This is where Alan asked me to marry him on a beautiful moonlit evening in January. The weather was mild and the moonlight was shining on the sea making it all silvery. There weren't many people around, just the odd jogger and dog walker as it was a Monday night. I guessed what was happening as he was so nervous, but due to some advice from my friend Simone I kept quiet for once. He took my hands in his and gave a ...see more
1792, My great great great grandparents were married at Hackness Church. William Henry PHIBBS and Jane HORNSEY. Jane was the granddaughter of Marmaduke LANGDALE. She was also a niece to Richard Vanden Bempde JOHNSTONE's wife. Can anyone help with more info please. Also which church was built at this time 1792, Thankyou one and all. Kathryn from Australia.
In January 1949, my parents moved into Houghbridge Hall - on the winding country lane mid way between Stones Green and the church at Gt. Oakley. I remained there until called up for National Service in November 1952, and last saw it on my Christmas leave that year during which we attended Christmas Day service in the church. Houghbridge Hall was a huge dwelling on about an acre of land, part of ...see more
The Eastman Family lived in Gt. Bedwyn from 1735. My Grandad lived in Brook Street then later at Railway Terrace, until his death in 1934. My Grandad had died several years before I was born, but I have vivid memories of my Grandma Carrie; she died in 1951. She was a tiny woman about 5ft 2ins - I was taller than her when I was 10 years old. She had very long hair which she put up in a bun on the top of her ...see more
Guy Fawkes Night could be quite hazardous, although I remember no one ever been seriously hurt, it was certainly a close run thing. Keith Bradley although not from farming parents had many relations whom were involved in farming and so had ready access to certain farming apparatus, binder twine and the like. One particular Bon Fire Night in the late 50's early 60's he had got hold of a long string of small ...see more
I lived on Seal High Street (pretty well opposite the half timbered building & the horse trough in the photograph) from 1939 to 1951. My father was in the fire brigade. In those days you auditioned to become a choirboy. The Church music was very elaborate & mostly we enjoyed it - although we were discreetly naughty, especially during the vicar's deadly boring sermons. Wide knicker elastic & tiny black throat ...see more
Whenever I heard the words "The Mumbles" as a child, it conjured up a very romantic image in my mind. According to family history, my Great-grandfather Thomas Stokes proposed to my Great-grandmother Matilda Thomas there. I can just imagine them enjoying the lovely view and sea air and planning their future. They left Wales for America in 1908, never to return to their special place. So it was especially sweet ...see more
This is not actually a memory, but after finding this photograph I just had to write and say that in the little ferry going across the River Wear is either my great grandad or great granduncle, if that is the right terminology. I am an ancestor of James Curry who along with his brother were the ferry men on that ferry. When the bridge was built James became the bridge keeper. One of James's sons Reginald drowned ...see more
Ok, on Halloween night 2007 some friends and myself wanted to do something different for our Halloween night, so where better to do it than at the old Bodmin prison. So off we set at 9 o'clock taking track to the prison. It was a great evening. We spent some hours in the darkest depths of the prison and we are convinced we did see a ghost of a man in the Naval Wing, and we did some filming and we got some pictures ...see more
I used to spend all my summer school holidays with Mr and Mrs Curtis who used to live in the school house in Ickham. He used to play the organ in Wickhambreux church. I was adopted in London, and Mr Curtis was a good friend of my birth mother(I will leave it at that). I always remember the awful day that I was put on the coach outside the pub to go back to London (a place I have always disliked). I used to dread ...see more
This hill holds many memories for me, I have walked up and down this hill many times since I was a child. I was born in the village of Port Isaac and as a child I would run, walk and skip up and down Church Hill. I have a picture of my granny holding me in her arms outside the house on the left, and we used to sit on the step for a break before climbing up the very steep hill to the hotel at the top of the ...see more
My parents, Rene and Freddie Gook moved to Abridge in the mid fifties. They were eastenders who belonged to a cycling club and used to visit Abridge at weekends - their destination was Brighty's cafe. They were captivated by the village's charm, and bought one of the new bungalows, we lived at 5 Alderwood Drive. My Mum had a job in the city and would commute to work on the no 10a bus, my Dad was an ...see more
Heresay says my boat was built in the 1880s for the then-owner of the Red House at Cantley, and was called "Lama" or possibly "Llama". Does anyone have any information on owners/landlords, or boating pictures of that period? Thanks
How funny! We now own and live in this house. It has barely changed since this photograph, although it is no longer a guest house and its name is different. There are some barns and a coach house in the background which have been partly demolished; a small conservatory has been added to the left of the porch. We believe the people who ran it as a guest house were called Haywood, his first name being Cecil. He had ...see more
Went to Llanddona as a baby and still going. Every year we went in the October holiday and stayed for a week. When I was 1year old a cat had attached herself to us and as we left she jumped in the car so home she came. She passed away when I was 21, what an age. The big rock on the beach we always called Grandad's rock. now my kids call it Grandad rock. We spent many an hour sat on top. We always made a swing over the ...see more
A very short distance from Stonehouse is the tiny hamlet of Standish. Both these places have an unusual connection to my family. Firstly from my great grandparents' time in the early 1800s to the later part of the nineteenth century. My mother's maiden name was Agg, her mother's maiden name was Denman. It was Mr and Mrs Denman who lived for some years in a well built two storey house in ...see more
St Marys Church was my special place. I would go there whenever I needed to think or just find inner peace. It helped me through a sometimes difficult transition to adulthood. Although I now live 56 miles away, it is still my place of hope, and I go back there every chance I get. It's so beautiful, my very own stairway to heaven.
My memories as a child in 1955 - we moved from Horley to the new council house in Mead Avenue. It was a lovely little place, all the liittle shops along the bus route to Horley, and the old church which since has gone. And I loved to go into the butcher when Mr Kennedy owned it, he was always willing to help. My father, Mr Swan, used to work at the Monotye. I also worked there ...see more
The low house was run by a lovely couple named Paul and Janet Parsons. The had a son Zach (Zacky Bongo) and a daughter, Tabitha. What a pleasant atmosphere they always maintained. Friends like the Parsons are rare and sadly I do not know where they are now. We were only a stones throw away in St. Mary's cottage. The only seperation from the pub was a very small garden and an equally small garage. I hope all is well with my long lost friends from Laxfield.
My grandmother, widowed, lived during the 20s and 30s at 1, High Street (next to The Dolphin), and was glad of family visits to assist in her invalid-style of life. That usually meant our family, and my mother took a number of 'Busman's Holidays' each year to help her mother, my Gran. We children became familiar over the years with the village, especially the Upper Middleton part. My grandfather had been ...see more
I have happy memories of dancing at Sale town hall to Bert Clegg's band. I wonder if any other surfers remember those evenings.
I was born in our house in Central Avenue in 1954. I went to Aveley Infants and Junior Schools and Aveley Secondary School in Love Lane. Many a time my sister Maggie and I have struggled home with bags of shopping we carried from the village stores. Everyone knew you and your parents. The Harmans!! It was a different world then, much nicer although we didn't realise it at that time. We loved it when the fair came ...see more
As a small boy in the 1950s I would be taken to see the aircraft at Blackbushe, then London's second airport. Blackbushe was London Heathrow's main fog diversion as it always has been one of the most fog free airports in the UK.
So what was to be seen in the 50s? It was the home of the US Navy, Europe, and the spawning ground for many independent airlines, Dan Air, Eagle, Silver ...see more
Around this time I Tina Corrall lived in Longford House (the Tudor house) and have many happy memories of it. I went to school nearby and every year we had a medieval fancy dress party where all the village were involved. Anyone remember. My close friend from the village was Avril Bailey.
There was a fish shop named Tommy Cockers' I think and old Tommy used to come out and chase us with a wet, slimy fish.
Lived on a wonderful farm. The Welsh farmer living there still to this day runs this farm which has been in his family for generations. Would love to go back there again. Very fond memories of hay making, feeding cattle and horses. A Welsh neighbour up the lane, at 87 still worked his farm and spoke very little english. A wonderful old chap! Although I do not know if he remains there.