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Memories
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First Holiday
My first holiday was when I was 9 years old (in 1958) and my parents and I came to Goodrington. We stayed at Beech Hurst which if I remember correctly was in Youngs Park Road. It was lovely. I made friends with a girl who lived ...Read more
A memory of Goodrington in 1958 by
Visits To Captain Digby In 1960s
I remember our annual holiday to Kingsgate in the 1960s. We stayed in various guest houses in Percy Avenue and often walked down to Kingsgate Bay for a day on the beach. In 1965 I was aged 7 and remember the pub ...Read more
A memory of Kingsgate in 1965 by
Do You Know Lilla Allan Bryant
I am looking for my paternal grandmother or her relatives. Her name is Lilla Allan (nee Bryant). She was married to my grandad Haydon Fraser Allan who owned Allans Bakery at 147 Windsor Road in Neath. They married in ...Read more
A memory of Neath by
Childhood Memories Of Penrhyn Bay
My grandmother and grandfather lived at "Oaklands", in Maesgwyn Road, opposite a corrugated iron church. The road was unmade and beyond the church to the sea was a large meadow where cattle and sheep grazed. On ...Read more
A memory of Penrhyn in 1930
Growing Up In Newton
I was born in the old cottage on the left, 175 High Street, in 1948, as June Glencross, my parents squatted there after the war, my dad became the local builder. In 1956 we moved up the road to the old congregational ...Read more
A memory of Newton-le-Willows in 1948 by
Ffrith Beach
Oh, the days of endless sunshine, carefree explorations up to the hills above our beloved Ffrith! I was one of the crowd who walked the donkeys and ponies on Ffrith Beach for Mr Pulleine. We walked for MILES during those happy ...Read more
A memory of Prestatyn in 1960
An American In Barassie
I lived at 51 Becah Road, Barassie, Troon. My step-father was in the U.S. Air Force and stationed at Prestwiick. I remember the gentleman who lived on the ground floor of our house. His name I think was George ...Read more
A memory of Troon in 1956 by
The Droves Connecting The Villages Of Houghton And Broughton
I have many memories of driving around the droves between Houghton, Broughton and up to the Beeches on the Buckboard, an old flatbed Austin 7 owned by Richard Carter and later ...Read more
A memory of Houghton in 1960 by
Birthplace And Never Forgotten When Asked
I was born in Dysart to a mining family of 5 brothers, me being in the middle. My mum watched over us all and used to take us walks by the man in the rock along to Wemyss and back via the castle estate. ...Read more
A memory of Dysart by
Foxs Riding School
I'm from the USA but my mom is from Yorkshire and we spend many happy summers in Filey with my grandparents (every is living here in Southern California now). They had a home near the beach and we would spend the weekends in ...Read more
A memory of Hunmanby in 1972 by
Captions
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Abbotsbury has one of the loveliest settings on the Dorset coast at the western end of the long pebbled Chesil Beach. Inland are the rolling downlands of west Dorset.
It is a clear and sunny day, but very few people are on the beach. Felixstowe developed as a resort after the Empress of Germany stayed here in 1891.
A delightful evocative view of the 1950s showing, on the left, the beach in full use. Classic car enthusiasts will enjoy identifying the cars parked to the right of the quay.
Here we can see the busy beach scene complete with the 19th- century pier.
This picture taken ten years later shows a holiday crowd thronging the sandy beach. The bathing tents are obviously busy and have multiplied beneath the cliffs.
Staithes beach is being enjoyed to its full in this charming view, and reminds us of the allure of the north east coast before the advent of package holidays to warmer climes!
Here we can see the busy beach scene complete with the 19th-century pier.
The characteristic mid-Victorian, family-orientated, open-air seaside culture, which offered a satisfaction of its own, and the town's secure, peaceful ambience is captured in this view of the beach.
Fishing boats and pleasure boats crowd the harbour close under the pier, while holiday-makers throng the beach.
The cliff has a tendency to crumble, and has blocked the path to the beach several times in recent years. The white mass on the hillside in the distance is Clovelly.
Many of the chines, the wild ravines which split the cliff line, were quickly adapted as pleasure grounds and scenic walks down to the beach.
Built on the opposite side of the beach to the harbour in the mid 19th century, Hartland Terrace still has some of its original buildings despite the encroachment of hotels.
Early visitors faced a long climb to Babbacombe after a day on the beaches, but in the 1920s a cliff railway - still in use today - was built, making the journey much easier.
Doubtless state-of-the-art in 1955, these flat-roofed terraced beach huts typify the immense popularity of the post-War summer seaside holiday and day trips, but have long been demolished.
In those days, the beach area would often be a hive of activity, including donkey rides, ice cream and sweet stalls, shell fish and oyster sellers.
Visitors to the great sandy beach at Perranporth can also explore the caves and arches in the cliffs on the west side at low tide.
A tremendous visual change here is that there are now no breakwater defences along the beach. The bathing huts are still there, and so is the glorious sand.
Another view of the beach at Canvey Island shows children busily playing around the many deckchairs. Most of the older holidaymakers are well wrapped up against the cold.
The bungalow was situated on the beach for the convenience of Her Majesty. She often visited on summer days with her entourage of servants and guests.
Low tide has joined together all the sandy beaches in the background, with Tolcarne, Great Western and Towan seen from left to right.
Fern Pit, at the mouth of the Gannel, was owned by generations of Northeys, who also ran the ferry to Crantock, which is in the background on the other side of Crantock Beach.
Holidaymakers enjoy themselves on Margate Beach. Note the prams in the centre of the picture, and that virtually everyone seems to be fully clothed and wearing a hat of some sort.
Little more than a shingle beach protects the Moot Hall. Once it was centrally placed in the town, but the sea has carried away a number of streets, finally pausing here.
Sail boats and bathing machines dominate the beach area between the North Pier and the South Jetty. In the distance we get some idea of the development of this end of the town.
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