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The former Ron Pakeham (spelling?) owned one of the stores in Pioneer Market and sub-let half (and eventually all) that store to Redbridge Photographic, where I worked some evenings and Saturdays whilst at school and later college. The manager was Val Goldstein, who knew everyone in the trade! Chick ran the musical instruments side for Ron, and was a real character who enjoyed liquid ...see more
I was looked after by a lovely lady called Sister (Enid) Butler who took in unwanted children until they were re- homed either by fostering or adoption (this was me). There was a young lad there called Peter who allegedly set fire to the original building with a cigarette end. I was adopted in about 1962 by a family who lived in Kent, and had a happy childhood all bar the bullying at school which I dealt with. I ...see more
My name is Louise Brown and I live in Australia. I went to England in 2007, had a wonderful time. I spent some time in Padstow because I lived in Padstow in Sydney Australia. I had heard so much about Padstow in England, especially Rick Stein's restaurants. Padstow is a beautiful place, it holds many great memories. I live on the south coast of Sydney now, right opposite the beach, just like Padstow in England. I would love to visit again in the future.
I can vividly remember this was a school, back in the 1960s, Gads Hill Place, used to fit the children for their uniforms! I was told that there was a tunnel under the road to the other side.. would have to have been deep, as the main road goes past!
I was always in the Penge Recreation during the war, not only to play but I used to cut through from one end of the Rec, as we used to call it, to the other end coming out of the gates opposite St John's Church, where you can see the steeple in the picture. I always used to think how lovely the flower beds were kept by the gardeners. Just outside the gates there was a war memorial, where people used to lay wreaths. ...see more
In this photo I can see the Police Station on the right, which I remember clearly and can visualize the old bobbies coming out to go on duty. Also I can see the sign in the distance for the Essoldo Theatre, which used to be the old Empire Theatre. Further up the High Street on the right hand side I remember a department store called Rogers, where you could buy clothes, accessories, material etc. I always went in there looking for Christmas presents.
We had a wonderful english teacher, Mr Troman, who installed in me a great love of the language and its literature. We nicknamed him HUDDY Because of his teaching. Forty years later I was inspired to write, and have printed a history of our family during the depression years. Stump.
I was born in a third floor flat overlooking the Waterman's Almshouses in 1935. I spent the whole of World War 2 in Penge with my family. I remember the pub the Crooked Billet near to the Almshouses and next door a cycle shop, where I bought my first new sports cycle. I particularly remember the Empire Theatre in the High Street, where I used to go to see the plays every week, and then stand outside the stage ...see more
The picture shown is of Russell Road which runs left to right centre of the picture. Every day except Sunday during the early 1960s I used to deliver bread all around Weston Point and remember well reversing my Co-op van up all the avenues off Russell Road. I may be wrong but the avenue in the lower right hand corner of the picture looks like Hazel Avenue. It was a job that I loved to do, getting up in ...see more
My wife and I owned Sherfield-on-Loddon post office (pictured far left) from July 1991 until July 1999. In 1992 the shop front pictured was extended out into the garden about 15 feet and a complete refit undertaken. We did, however, retain the hand made sign over the shop front which was renovated and rehung on the new part of the building. We had our daughter and son whilst we were living there and Sherfield will always hold a special place in our memories.
Shocked to see my own family name (Clifford) on this memorial...knowing my grandfather had connections with Market Drayton it may be a relative...more research needed here l think.
I was looking for pictures of the mansion and church. I lived in Barton Mills as a young girl... American girl....lived across the village green... I am still holding bottles I dug up at the mansion. With love, Bobbi.
I have been coming to Kennack since I was a toddler. But 1972 was the first of many years that stand out to me. My family met another family and we are still in touch now, 36 years and more later. My memories are so many, borrowing beach donkeys and going off on safaris, making dens, rope swings across rivers. Getting lunch out of the hedge, black berries and toejam etc. Memories of running around the costal path ...see more
Mrs Porrit's dance hall! That's a name to stir memories. Saturday nights at Mrs Porrit's, strict tempo dancing with just a spot of rock and roll, no drinking in the coverted chapel and an old black and white telly in a back room where the lads disappeared to watch wrestling. What happened to the IN-CROWD who quickstepped, foxtrotted and waltzed until a minute to midnight, then back home to bed to think about the girl you should have chatted-up but didn't have the bottle? Regards to all Pete.
This building was Chapmans Dairy and belonged to my family. It was originally two houses, numbers 22 and 23, with a stable at the rear for the ponies. The door now remaining led into the shop and the downstairs windows were bay windows. The whole building was painted white! How it has changed!
My nana was born in Hackney in 1907. She was born to an unmarried mother in the Salvation maternity hospital for unmarried mothers on Mare Street, Ivy House to be precise. She stayed in Brent House mother and baby home just around the corner. Does any one out there know of anyone else who was born in this hospital? I would like an old photograph of Brent House as it was at the time when it was a ...see more
These are a few of the shops I remember from my childhood: Platts store where you could buy 2oz butter or half a loaf of bread, Greens the open veg shop, the Co op store which my mum worked in when she left school, the Candy Box sweet shop where only two customers at a time could get in there, but oh, so many lovely sweets, the Hatter's shop where you could buy everthing you needed from hats to buttons and ...see more
I was born in Hammond Road in 1948. We lived next door to my grandparents who kept chickens in the garden, next to the air raid shelter we used as a play house. My grandad used to have a large allotment at the rear of the old Barn Mission, we spent many an hour planting veg & flowers. Then when I was eight we woke to the sound of diggers, only to find our beloved veg dug up and flowers trampled, all ...see more
I was stationed in the RE's in Andover - Barton Stacey camp. Remember shopping in 'International Stores' supermarket as they had good looking girls ! I also recall being in a cafe when some of the Troggs came in. Happy days, must return for a visit some day.
Does anyone know of a house called Conliston in Oxshott. Built in the 1930s, it was "one mile from Oxshott Station and Leatherhead Golf Course. Standing on the brow of a hill, facing full south". This house was built by my aunt and her husband and sold in the early 1940s for £3,000. The property was said to be held on a 99 year crown lease. I would be grateful for any help.
Hi, my name is Shirley Cross, my name was Shirley Stokoe and I lived in Thornley. My dad's nme was Robert Stokoe, he has now passed away. My memories of Wheatley Hill are nice. I remember spending a lot of time there growing up. I used to go to Wheatley Hill School up on the hill, you could see it from Thornley, and I used to love the school, and the school in the front street of Wheatley Hill. I remember we ...see more
It’s lovely to read all your memories especially yours Deb, my best friend! I was at Berwick Road Primary school from 1960-1965, I remember the aptly named Mrs Pie the dinner lady, also Mr Jones the new assistant head who had radical ideas on education, and an equally radical hair style. One of the first classes I remember him teaching was English, he came into the class with a metal bucket and a jug of water, he ...see more
I had my son in Little Thorpe maternity hospital in Jan 1985. Does anyone out there have a photograph of this building or do you know where I could get one from? I am researching my family tree and would like a photograph of this hospital for my photographic evidence. Before the birth of my second son in 1987 it was closed down, I had him in Camerons in Hartlepool soon after the building was knocked down. Please can any one help?
I have on my wall a large pencil drawing of this location with a different set of gentlemen, date unknown. Have visited Mevagissey a couple of times but could never find this particular building and steps. Is it still there or has it been knocked down or renovated in some way? Regards Steve Saunders
In 1953 I was a boy scout with St Patrick's 17th Widnes troop when we had our annual camp in The Lake District. I remember getting off the steam train at Windermere station where there was an old single decker bus waiting for us to take us on to our destination, after loading all our kit the bus set off and chugged through Ambleside and Grasmere and on to Dunmail Raise where we alighted at the "Achille ...see more
I lived in Collaton Cross for a short while when my Husband was in the R.A.F. My surname then was TURTLE. My son Nicholas was born in the house in Collaton Cross. He was ill at birth and taken to Freedom Fields Hospital in Plymouth where he had a successful operation and is now a strapping six foot 3inches and very fit. I had a Daughter Julie and another son Tony. I enjoyed my stay at Collaton Cross and ...see more
I was born in 1956 in Albert Road, Kilburn and lived in the area until I was 15. I remember the community as one that was very close knit, you would walk out of your door and say hello to everyone you passed, young or old. My dad came from a large family (Holder) and we all lived within a very small radius. I was privileged to have attended St John's primary school with the fantastic and eccentric ...see more
Now as a baby of the swinging sixties (1966 to be exact) we didn't see the Beatles or Elvis Presley but we did have the lads coming home from the local pubs singing their hearts out. The pubs included The Mount Pleasant (still alive), The Baileys (alive), The Park Hotel (deceased), The Lee (burnt Down) and the Osbourne (alive) to name a few and the Con Club (Ceiber (alive) and ...see more
I do remember Andover about this time. We lived in Tidworth at the time and my father had a car with petrol allowance as he was a Barrack officer. We went to Andover, mum, myself and him every Saturday afternon and had to park centrally. It had all gone when we last went - just modern car parks now. He did a truly nineteen forties thing and sat in the car whilst we shopped. What a lovely childhood I did have there. Joan Battershill (nee Norman)
I remember these cottages. A girl my own age lived in one of them. Her name was, "Zena." They were, very sadly, demolished, some years ago. Cadoxton school is just across the road from where these lovely little cottages were situated.
Some of my best memories of Barry Island are from the week-ends I used to go to the skating rink which was situated above the block of shops on the sea side of the pleasure park overlooking the prom and sea. Three of us waited all week for this wonderful evening. We were, me, Pat Baker (Overstreet) Christine Pearce and Jackie Felix. We all saved hard to buy our own spanking new, white leather ...see more
This memory is for my Pops, Mr Thomas Raymond Manley who has recently passed on. We talked for hours about his time in Wales as a young boy. He lived in Evanstown near Gilfach Goch and had very fond memories of visiting the picture house after school with his friends, it was 72 odd years ago! He also talked about how his mother would go to the soup kitchens as they were very poor. Pops moved to Bedford when he ...see more
I also remember a foggy Beacon Park, probably 1954. I used to live in the Close, my father being a minor canon, and went to a nursery school (Mrs Allen's) on the other side of the park. I think that one of my parents would bring me to the park gates near the Close and then I would walk across the park to school on my own, yes, at the age of four, but we did that in those days. Later I went to St ...see more
I can remember the fan, what a noise, you get used to it. Also the racket the trams made on the way up the mountain. The shop I refer to is at the top end of the valley, they had someone who belongs to them live in an end house that's still there, this person I can recall used to sell cockles. Also when the pit was going I used to be afraid of the compresser which ...see more
Where do I start? 1943 - my first job from school, aged 15, at The Radio and Gramophone Development Co (RGD) located in Hospital St. My home was in Wolverhampton and I lodged firstly in Whitburn St. Later on stayed with the Heads in Conduit Lane. What a surprise, years later, when travelling through the town, to find the factory gone and replaced with a housing estate! Bridgnorth provided my dear wife - ...see more
My great great grandfather Francis Robson was born here about 1847 to James Robson and Mary, who was a Hodgeson before marriage. I think he had a sister called Patience and brother called Johnathan. Francis walked all the way to Bridlington to find work,where he married and had a large family. I would love to find out if any decendants of the other children are still living in the area. Also who were Jame's parents?
This is approximately the year when researching my family history that I became aware that there is a plaque in the church for my grandfather, George Reginald Mundy of the Wiltshire Regiment, who was killed in action on 23/7/1916 aged 40. He left a widow and 5 children, the youngest being only 3 months old. My grandmother died in 1932, only 4 years before I was born, and yet I cannot remember any of my grandparents being talked about. Kath Jones, nee Mundy
I spent my youth living just around the corner form the Hall. Many happy memories playing in the surrounding woods and snow permitting sledging down the steep hill just in front of the photo. You had to pull up really sharp though at the end of your run, or risk over-shooting into the river at the bottom of the hill. There used to be an Italian ice crean dairy in the outbuildings just behind the hall, ...see more
Being conceived at the end of the war I don't have memories of it of course, but my late brother, my mum and sister had lots. The only street party I remember was the Queen's one in Mostyn Road where we all got a cup with the Queen's head on it. I regret losing that. But I still have the little ed book with all the pageantry in it. My parents and siblings used to tell of dog fights during the Battle of ...see more
Although the view is intended to show parked cars, I am looking past the VW Beetle and the Austin A35 van and gazing fondly at The Queen's Head! Many is the pint of beer or cider I have drunk here since the 1960's although I didn't really get interested in beer until after I left Pinner Grammar School in 1963. While I was at school I would cycle to and from my home in Hatch End past the pub!
This view is exactly the same as the hotel now looks in 2008 - although sadly the landlord, Robin, died just this year. It was his wish that the traditional music and dancing that follows the Bampton Fair should continue outside his pub after his passing. I went along on Saturday 1st November and watched Devon based Grimspound Border Morris perform outside the White Horse Hotel ...see more
I was born in Lockerley and married at the Baptist Church in Lockerley where my parents Fred and Olive Moore were wed and my grandparents Tom and Maud Oakley were also married. We now live in Australia where we moved to in 1972 but still make frequent trips back to the old country and spend many happy hours back in the village of our memories.
My dad was a military policeman stationed at Inkerman Barracks and we lived at No. 1 MSQ Inkerman Road. It was great fun there, the woods over the road, next to the Victoria Cafe (all now gone). To the side of No. 1 was Herbert Crescent, to the back was an army stores depot and at the other end of the road was the Barrack Path. This was the way to St John's School. I remember the hill up to Knaphill ...see more
I was born in Flint in 1946. Looking at the old photos in your memory archives of the 1950s, it brought back a lot of old happy memories to me. Looking at the Church Street photo with the Hawarden Castle pub on the right, the Red Lion to the left. The Grand Cinema to the left and at the top of the street the very posh Plaza Cinema. Also I see on the bottom of the street Pumphrey's old shop and garage on the corner of ...see more
A family member used to have his home in a railway carriage at Holt Fleet. It may be that various members of my family lived there at different times. If anyone remembers the carriage I would dearly love to hear from them. There was a pond in the garden full of fish as far as I know. The owner was Thomas Picken but it was also used by a family called Aston and possibly Sneath as well. Do you remember it? If so please post your memories. Regards, Mike
My name is Gail Godden, formally Morris, my father was Tony (Anthony Morris), my mother Eugene (Jean Morris). My father and I were both born at No. 6 Church Row, West Peckham, we moved to No. 2 Church Row. West Peckham has a strong pull in my heart as my father named Morris was in fact a Glover, I have no history on this side of the family at all! We were very involved with cricket on the green and the Swan pub, I ...see more
My ancestors were Romany gypsies around Hollington and the surrounding areas. True Romany folk living off the land, who were well respected in the area. If anyone thinks they have gypsy blood from this area I'd love to hear from you. rebekahm28@aol.com
We drove to Blackpool on our way back from Gretna after getting married. Went to see Chubby Brown at the Winter Gardens. Beautiful building, a great night and a lot of laughs. x
We got married here in September 2008, I had been looking at pictures on the internet for months and when we arrived, it was like driving into one of them. Gretna Green has a feeling about it, it's very small and there's not a lot to do apart from get married, but it just felt lovely being there, it's a very sweet place and I was sad to leave. The Blacksmith's Shop was beautiful, very romantic and ...see more
I lived for many years at St. Endellion, and have many memories of the church, I was told that my father, Donald Strout, as a boy used to take water for the church boiler to the boiler house. He was born in the 1920s. As a child I can remember being in the Sunday School plays at Christmas. I also remember the wonderful garden fetes in the rectory garden when we kids all used to wear fancy dress. I have a wonderful painting of the church which my parents gave me for my 40th birthday.
When I was 4 years old my mother used to work for the nuns at Laleham abbey, she used to take me with her, what fun I used to have. I used to roam all over the grounds and also inside the buildings, all the nuns were wonderful. l remember Sister Mary Phillipa, Sister Flora Mary and Sister Mary Gertrude, I think the best event I used to attend was Corpus Christi. I also remember at lunchtimes tramps used to come to the ...see more
I have so many happy memories of growing up in Hawkurst in the 1940s /1950s and although Hawkhurst has changed a lot over the years it's a lovely place to visit. I still remember all the shops along the colonnade and the moor. Buss the bakers at the moor and little sweet shop just round the corner and 'Pipers' the sweet shop was owned by my friend's grandparents. We used to go hop picking as well. I also ...see more
Hi, I can see that Janet Lee has posted some info, I am wondering if you are the older sister of Patricia Lee or perhaps another relative. Their family emigrated to Australia on the Canberra some time in the early 1960s. I was also a pupil at Berwick Road and recognise some of the names that have been mentioned as well as all the locations such as the rec, nature walks up Margarets Lane, library (& the grotty ...see more
William or 'Billy' as he was known was born in the house at 38 Crown Lane Theale on the 24th. September 1911, the eldest son of Frederick James and Matilda (Gladys) Parsons and their house was along the lane from The Crown Inn which was situated on the corner. Billy's dad sadly died aged 32 at Crown Lane / Blossom End when Billy was 5 years , his brother Charles was 3 and his ...see more
It is with found memories of growing up in the war years that I look back on my time in Palmers Green. We had moved from Tottenham in 1940 when I was 6 years old into the shop and house opposite the Fox Lane Almshouses. My father was a funeral directors and the home was a branch of Nodes. We were located about half mile up from The Triangle towards Edmonton in the middle of a diverse selection of typical ...see more
I spent my youth with my family "above the shop" in Deal High Street. My father, Morris Orchard, first worked in, then inherited, the family shoe shop, which had been in business since my great grandfather's time. In those days it was F. H. Orchard and Son, Bespoke Bootmaker - we still had stationery lying around with his name on it, and out the back we had the workshop, still with old tools, bits of ...see more
I went to school in Pilley. My teacher was a Miss Figgins, she was fantastic, she taught my father too, Fred Woodburn. We lived at the bungalow, Sandy Down, After my Gran Died Annie Woodburn shes laid to rest in boulder grave yard along with my grandad Walter Woodburn and my uncle Bill Tosdevine.sadly the Bungerlow isnt there any more. We use to sail down Pilley Hill on our ...see more
My grandfather James Britton was a sailing barge skipper. On the 18th or 19th of April 1906 he was negotiating passing under Kings Ferry bridge, linking the mainland to the Isle of Sheppey, this involved lowering the mast. While thus engaged he complained of feeling unwell. He was taken to the nearby Lord Nelson public house where he subsequently died of a heart attack. The ...see more
My maternal grandfather - Hugh Duddy - was born in a farming community in the county. My mother would tell me stories of visiting relatives in two farms, Mulderg and Coulnaculp (spelling is probably very wrong). Her memories were full of colourful characters and wonderful summer days. At that time she would sail from "The Broomielaw" in Glasgow to Londonderry where she was met by a horse-drawn cart or she'd ...see more
In 1946 my late father, Ron Goodliffe, got a job as a tractor driver for the vast Pemberton estate, and we moved into one of their tied-cottages in Swans Yard, that used to be off the High Street. Then, in 1948, we moved into 18 Grantchester Road which is the white cottage that's set back in the photo. In those days it was known as Dated Cottage, as it had the year 1654 on the front in ...see more
My dad was born in Hackney, London in 1922. Named Arthur Lawrence Gibbs, son of William Arthur Gibbs. My grandad came to Australia in 1925 with my grandma and with 3 or 4 children pioneed a farm in Northcliffe in Western Australia. I myself have been to England but only once in my life(I was born in 1953). My son and my daughter have both visited the fair country and spent a lot of time there and have been to the old ...see more
Always known by my pals and myself, just as "the Greyhound" (late 1950s). In those days, the Public Bar was on the left hand side of the building, which had benches and scrubbed wooden tables with a sprinkling of sawdust on the floor. There was a Snooker Hall at the back. The Saloon Bar was on the right of the building where entry was not permitted if you were not wearing a tie! Ken Cook
As a member of the 6th Brockley Scout Group, I visited Westgate 3 or 4 times during the early 1950s for the annual 2-week camp in August, our tents being pitched in the grounds of the then Catholic Church on the London Road. I remember that we loved buying jam-doughnuts from the Devonshire Bakers, often burning our mouths on the hot jam, as the doughnuts were usualy just made! I saw the film, "Reach for the Sky" ...see more
My father Eric Grubb was one of three sons and two daughters of George Grubb. (who lived until he was 100 years old). We lived in Six Bells Cottages until we were rehoused in Cherry Garden Road. My mum Gertrude worked in Snows the butchers, pictured above, making sausages! I remember Mr Butcher the policeman - Mr Moore the poacher was a family friend! I attended the village school and Broomfield ...see more
I lived above the shop at 18 Railway St., which is visible just past the lamp post, from 1952 to 1961. At that time it was a branch of MacFisheries, where my father was the manager. Next to it looking down the road was Brookes & Wilkinsons' Tripe Shop & next to this on the corner of Railway St. & Regent Road was Wilsons' Bon Marche, all these shops have now been converted into one large jewellers. The ...see more
My Uncle Isaac (Ike) Wiles was lighthouse keeper for 50 years until his retirement, when it became automatic. He was there all through the 2nd World War. He has passed away and his children no longer live locally and I would like to hear from anyone who has memories of the lighthouse or my uncle.
Whitethorn Morris danced here at various town centre sites and pubs along with St Albans Morris Men, Caddington Blues and Bedfordshire Lace. It was all in support of the Dunstable Folk Festival which was organised by Dunstable Town Council. A surprisingly enjoyable day was had by all!
Oh the memories of many, many brilliant gigs back in the 70s & 80s. In fact, so many I am in the process of putting together a book entitled The Pavilion Rock Years. I am keen to hear from anyone with memories of gigs/concerts they attended there between 1966 and 2002 (I certainly wasn't at every one!). If you have any anecdotes, good, bad, funny stories to tell, please don't hesitate to contact me at perpar75@btinternet.com Many thanks, Neil.
I lived in a cottage by the pond some 20 odd years ago. My neighbour, well into her 90's was Mac May (a version of her true name garbled by other neighbours' kids) who, every day, was out in her wellies digging in the garden. We had this photo &, knowing Mac May had lived in the cottage all her life, asked if she knew the children. She did & remembered the photo being taken. The boy & the girl in the middle are ...see more
I lived in Wallington in the late sixties early seventies. I lived at 7 The Mead and I spent some great years there. I went to Highview High School. There was always something to do and friends to hang out with. I loved Wallington, I still have a great friend who lives there. I used to hang out on Roundshaw estate and I know it got a bad reputation after some years.
I moved to Binfield with my parents Rose and Cyril Richardson and my brother Brian in 1946. We lived in Rose Hill at a house called “Athlone”. It isn’t there any more, it was demolished and six houses built on the site. At the age of 30 I finally left Binfield but the memories of growing up there have never left me, nor the love of the countryside which living there instilled in me. I have listed ...see more
This is a photo of Aelwyd Amanw, Brynaman. Brynaman was the first place in Wales to have its own building for running a branch of Urdd Gobaith Cymru. Although a branch of Urdd Gobaith Cymru had been established in the village since 1928, the Aelwyd was officially opened on Saturday, May 6th 1939 by Syr Ifan ab Owen Edwards who had founded the organisation back in 1922. Various members of my family have been ...see more
In 1940 my dad James Smith and his brother William was evacuated in Great Dunham on Hill Farm with Mr and Mrs Everington and they wanted to adopt my dad and brother but my nan said no. My family were from Hackney in London. In 1941 my Aunt Joan was born in Hill Farm Cottages too while my nan was visiting. Sadly my dad died in 2005. His brother died in 1970. I would love to hear of anybody who had memories or ...see more
I lived in St James' Crescent from 1955 till 1960, (from ages 1 to 6) and went to the local primary school. I remember a lot of the names of neighbouring families.
Somewhere on the left I seem to remember a barbershop. I had my first ever haircut as a boy there, in about 1957.
I too trained at RHG from 1963-1966 and I don't think any training these days could surpass the excellent training I received there. It was hard work but fun and I learned a lot and met some lovely people along the way. I ended up as a sister on ward 20 at Smallfield hospital and left in 1968 to go to live in Italy for a year - where I met my husband to be whilst on holiday. Fate has now brought me ...see more
As a child I went to the ABC minors every Saturday morning, it cost six old pence to get in. I think the last film that was shown at the cinema was in 1971, it was called Shaft and starred Richard Roundtree. I was one of the few there.
High winds and loud crashing in the middle of the night. Not long after my divorce, moving back to live with my mother and father. We were woken by crashing of bricks from the gable end of the house. Both mine and my father's cars had been crushed by the bricks. Looking across to Bradwell from the bedroom window, I could see flashes of blue light from the high voltage power cables, as the wind made them clash together. A very unforgettable night.
At the age of 80, I still have nostalgic memories of Compton Bassett, of Calne, of the White Horse - both the historic site and the pub - and of the beautiful surrounding countryside that I often roamed, as a young man of 18, during my 9-month stay at No. 3 Radio School, R.A.F. Compton Bassett, where I too was trained as a W/OP & TP/OP (Telegraphist). And yes, who would ...see more
I have very fond memories of living in Winscombe as a child, in fact they were some of the best years of my life. I was living in Yadley Lane, and loved to take walks up the old railway line which ran past our house, in fact we had an access slope from the garden which was quite handy! I remember picking primroses, huge bunches from beside the stream, a beautiful scent that always reminds me of my ...see more