Pluckley, The Village Square c.1950
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Photo of Pluckley, The Village Square c.1950

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This is one of Kent's most haunted villages. Ghost hunter Andrew Green recently looked into these tales for a new book, and found only one haunting still allegedly occurring. Apparently, a lady dressed in red is sometimes seen drifting around the graveyard of the church we see here. A barmaid from the Black Horse (we can see the sign) saw the figure pass clean through a gravestone! Recently Pluckley has become well-known and much-visited for another reason: the H E Bates story 'The Darling Buds of May' was filmed in the village.

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A Selection of Memories from Pluckley

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 Pluckley

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I was born in Pluckley in1954. My family have lived there for four generations. My great Grandmother Bessie Masters came there from Northiam and her daughter Abbigale Annie Manser (her mum married twice) married my grandfather Ernest Walter Perigo who was the village postman and came from Bethersden. I have tracked the Perigo family back to Dorset and Hawkhurst. My dad went to the village school and was ...see more
I used to go to Little Chart Farm, Pluckley as a child, being born in the East End in 1946.  My memories are of freedom and adventure, long, happy carefree days spent in the beautiful Kent countryside, for a few weeks each summer. My aunt and uncle Ivy and Tom Smart had a wooden hut on the farm and my parents and I used to join them for a holiday.  The picking of hops was a hard, thirsty and dirty job, their hands were ...see more