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I have the fondest memories of sheltering under a old brolly with my Mum, Dad, Brother and Sister as we watched a storm roll in from the sea. We were the only ones on the beach all huddled ...Read more

A memory of Withington by Zoe Douglas

After WW2 my father was posted to the firing range at Yantlet , Grain. When he left the army he was a caretaker at Grain Fort before working at the new oil refinery. My brother and I spent our pre teen years at Grain. It ...Read more

A memory of Isle of Grain in 1950 by Peter Peploe

We first went to Guernsey in June 1979. The first thing we noticed as we drove off the ferry was that the pace of life was a lot calmer then here in England - mainly because of the speed limit of 30 mph. My husband spent 30 ...Read more

A memory of Guernsey by Pauline Andrews

My grandparents lived in Little Common for as long as I can remember. My family spent many summer holidays at Grandma & Grandad's. In the early sixties we would take the train from Letchworth to King's Cross, a taxi to ...Read more

A memory of Little Common in 1960 by Peter Campbell

My childhood holidays were spent each year at Lower Largo from 1952 until 1960. Mum, Dad and I lodged with a family called Robertson where we had a room and meals cooked for us by Mrs Robertson.  Every year the same families ...Read more

A memory of Lower Largo in 1952 by Grace Loudon

Mr Ley, ex Army Major who along with his family started probably one of the first Holiday Caravan sites at Par Sands. Mr Ley always drove a yellow Rolls Royce when he arrived to clean the vans. On the entrance to the ...Read more

A memory of Par in 1952 by Frank Lewin

I grew up in Park Hill Court, Beeches Road in the sixties and seventies; my father was the caretaker. He used to be in charge of the bonfire on firework night, up on one of the drying grounds. The girls stood one side and the boys ...Read more

A memory of Tooting in 1969 by Dawn Sampson

I spent many happy hours on Porthpean beach, both with my family and my friends during the summer holidays. I remember the anti invasion devices well as we used them as monkey bars. After the war they became very rusty with ...Read more

A memory of Porthpean in 1943 by Gerry Mewton

We were clearing the last furniture from my mother's bungalow a few weeks ago. A heartbreaking task, having lost her in April. Behind the last set of drawers, on the floor, I found an old sepia photograph. It showed a group of ...Read more

A memory of Pymore by Veronica White

I have so many memories of Burton Bradstock. My brother and I sometimes stayed with an aunt and uncle there for the annual escape from the Midlands, where we lived. Often, these visits engendered large family outings to the ...Read more

A memory of Burton Bradstock by Veronica White