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Unchanged Lerryn
Lerryn is a place that one almost wants to keep secret so that it does not become a popular destination. It has barely changed in a hundred years. A beautiful and unspoilt village in a steep sided valley, Lerryn lies at the tidal ...Read more
A memory of Lerryn in 2004 by
What Happened To Me
My name was Lynette Evans I’d just like to say hi to everyone that has shared memories of Splott. I remember so much, so clearly, I was barely 3 years old when I moved from Llanharran to Portmanmore Road. It was a ...Read more
A memory of Splott in 1964 by
Chingford Hatch
I remember the Manor pub, it used to have an air raid warning siren on the building. I remember hearing it once, testing it I think as the year was about 1956. I too remember the tea van which had an awning on it in the rain. As ...Read more
A memory of Chingford in 1956 by
A Lovely Place To Grow Up!
I was born in Arnold Avenue, just five minutes walk from the George pub, which was handy later on in my life. Also the post office opposite the pub, which was owned by Mr & Mrs Fit-Simons, who used to have rows of ...Read more
A memory of Meopham in 1956 by
My Childhood Of Old Bracknell Farm
Hi Peter, I remember the Thompkins was it the baker or was that the Cheneys? Joe Smith was the newsagent who used to treat the kids to a summer outing by train every summer. We used to get a new florin and a ...Read more
A memory of Bracknell in 1949 by
Memories
We (me and older brother and sister), stayed in a relatives bungalow really close to the sea several years.. disjointed but strong memories :- - pebble dashed walls - those garden walls made of preformed concrete blocks with patterned ...Read more
A memory of Jaywick
The Old Days
Hi, I am Linda Atkinson, nee Halford, I was brought up on the Gypsy Lane estate, attending Woodhouse Junior school and remember the carnivals/parades held on the village green. My best friends were Nancy and Maria Churms, and ...Read more
A memory of Normanton by
My Birthplace
I was born in Seer Green over 60 years ago. It has,and always will be my first home. I have lived abroad for the past 30 years. I return to S.G. at least once a year to visit my mother and sister and enjoy the nostalgia of walking ...Read more
A memory of Seer Green by
Memories Of Penrith Road Harold Hill
I was born Beverley Hemmings, in the upstairs bedroom of 19 Penrith Road, Harold Hill in 1955. I lived there until 1969 when we moved to Australia. Back then, we had a big rosebush in the grassy front ...Read more
A memory of Harold Hill in 1969 by
Hopfields
I lived at the RN & RM Children's Home, "Hopfields", Stakes Hill Road, from 1951-57, attending Waterlooville Primary, Stakes Hill Road, transferring to Cowplain Secondary Girls in 1952. My two younger brothers, Matthew and ...Read more
A memory of Waterlooville in 1951 by
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Bull baiting, bare-knuckle boxing and cock fighting all took place, often watched by up to 500 men.
Here we have a wonderfully evocative sign of the times: a beach scene in high summer and not a glimpse of bare ?esh. Cleethorpes liked its helter-skelters, as it had another on the beach.
Arthur Mee in his King's England series says about the church: 'It is naked and bare, and all the better for that'. The chancel arch, which we see here, is the narrowest in England at 3ft 6in.
The calm, barely rippled water reflects diffused rays from an equally liquid sun. T h e I s l e o f M a n , Wa l e s a n d N o r t h e r n I r e l a n d
Torrisholme was once a hamlet two miles north-west of Lancaster, and was one of the three villages which combined with Bare and Poulton-le-Sands to make up Morecambe around 130 years ago.
This view, looking downhill, is now barely recognisable: the cottages by the telegraph pole were cleared for 1960s road widening.
At the crossroads stands The Dicker, a somewhat eclectic and odd mansion of 1908, now St Bede's School.
It is most famous for the superb church and the 15th-century Archbishop Chichele Bede House and School. Note the quality of its stone houses, albeit with some later brickwork.
To the north of Morecambe is the quieter sea front of Bare.
The bare Marine Gardens stretch along Grand Parade up to the Pier, broken only by the footway leading past the iron fountain to the beach.
Much of this bare hillside between Outer and Inner Hope has now been built upon, but the tiny church remains and the coast nearby is wild and spectacular.
This remote church was visited by the writer Baring-Gould. The eccentric Reverend Hawker told him he found it a blessed retreat from the winds.
With barely enough room to build a sand castle, the children seem somewhat constrained.
There are two trains in the station, one barely visible in the background (centre left).
In fact, Feckenham was virtually a town when Redditch was barely even a village.
Here, carriages wait to take passengers along the seafront or to the nearby small, inland villages of Bare and Torrisholme.
Although these houses are little changed today, the view from St Nicholas's car park across Markhams Chase is barely recognisable now.
The view is greatly changed today, with the cottages on the left barely recognisable. On the right-hand side of the road a solitary petrol pump is just visible outside the white-painted garage.
Only a short river, the Llinau rises about three miles upstream from the site shown here, before meeting the Tyfi. Barely a rocky stream, it appears to have produced enough power for the mill.
The hedges, plantings, paths and the thatched pavilions have strikingly civilised what was a windswept bare grass area. Beyond are the late Victorian buildings of St Bede's Preparatory School.
The house, barely visible behind the thick hedgerows, is of recent construction in stucco with tiled roof. The owner seems to like his Nissen huts.
It is an impressive yet sad monument standing lonely on the bare moor; its meaning is a mystery.
Here the lane descends to the hamlet past Triscombe Farm with its thatched barn.
The entrance to this circular natural basin is barely discernible from the sea, guarded as it is by two projecting spurs of resistant Portland and Purbeck strata.
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