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Maps
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Books
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Memories
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Fond Memories
As an American, stationed at Aviano AFB, Aviano, Italy, I met a young lady, Rose Graham from Greenock, Scotland. We met At Jeselo beach, while she was on holiday. When she returned to Greenock, we maintained our relationship. We ...Read more
A memory of Greenock in 1967 by
Fond Memories
During the 1950’s I spent many holidays in Carnoustie owing to the fact that my eldest sister lived there. I clearly remember a huge, solitary tree that grew near the kerb in the main street; sadly, the tree was removed many years ...Read more
A memory of Carnoustie by
Fond Memories Of Talacre In The 1960s
Like Adam in the post before this, Talace holds very dear memories for me. Mum and Dad bought a caravan in 1960, after we had stayed in an assortment of bungalows in Tyn-y-Morfa on the Warren during the 1950s ...Read more
A memory of Talacre by
Fond Memories Of Whitley Bay
Fond memories of Whitley Bay: Taking the 17 bus from South Wellfield to the bus station, Whitley Bay, with John Taylor. Dressed in our best (and only) Mod gear we would go to the Spanish City to seek out lasses ...Read more
A memory of Whitley Bay in 1964 by
Fond Memories Of My Childhood In Holywood
One of my first memories was hiding underneath the sideboard in the dining room with silver ornaments on our heads; my sisters Judy, baby Michele and myself, Deirdre, ...Read more
A memory of Holywood in 1930 by
Fond Memories, A Little Haven Where I Still Feel I Belong....
I recall many a happy memory at Cawsands and kingsand, fathers family were from Millbrook. we spent many many hours at both. I recall waiting for the ferry boat from Plymouth to come into the ...Read more
A memory of Cawsand by
Fontigary Caravan Site
I remember visiting Fontigary Bay Caravan Site with my family during the late 50s and early 60s. The caravans used to cost about £3 a week to hire. They didn't have toilets, of course, and we had to use the site's communal ...Read more
A memory of Rhoose in 1950 by
Fools Gold And Castles
I can look back to sunny days and my uncle helping us to collect fools gold at St Margaret at Cliff. Auntie Alice would pack up a picnic and we would take a ride in the car (I can't remember what type) and we would sit down on ...Read more
A memory of Dover in 1978 by
For My Mom, A Queen In Her Own Right
September 2012 my three adult children and some extended family travelled to the Bedruthan Steps with my dear mother's ashes. We walked the beach for a long while before deciding on a special place to ...Read more
A memory of Bedruthan Steps in 2012 by
Formative Years In Kirn
My lifetime in Kirn ran from birth in 1948 until I left the area in 1968 to become a policeman in Newcastle upon Tyne. My family lived in Argyll Terrace (No. 8). I worked with George Fraser the grocer for at least seven years ...Read more
A memory of Kirn in 1952 by
Captions
1,131 captions found. Showing results 937 to 960.
Kingsdown stands on the coast where the white cliffs of Dover give way to the extensive shingle beach that runs eastwards to Walmer & Deal. Caesar is said to have landed in this vicinity in 55BC.
Since its grounds were bisected by the redevelopment of Beach Road, the council initiated plans to purchase it in 1947.
Families are leaving the beach and strolling to the roadway, which is a short distance from the village centre.
or by taking a carriage or charabanc along the lanes, admiring the views across to Bournemouth, the Needles and the Isle of Wight as they went.The attraction of Studland is not only the splendid beach
Note the white areas on the beach - these are piles of linen from nearby hotels being aired and dried.
The building on the left is the lifeboat station, erected in 1885; it is unusual that it is set at right angles to the beach.
'Hence Rhyl has become noted for the number of children that visit it, and these little ones find an inexhaustible fund of pleasure on its beach'.
at all of this watering-place to those who have never visited it, one must mention that there are noble tree-planted streets and shady avenues, an imposing sea-front of about three miles, an excellent beach
This view shows the fairground on Coney Beach.
Alighting at the railway station, it was now possible to travel comfortably by carriage down Beach Road, admire the Esplanade, and return up Cliff Hill back to your train via Marine Parade and Plymouth
A colourful throng is being entertained by pierrots on the beach.
The shop sold postcards, and displays model yachts in the doorway for sailing on one of the pools on the beach.
They would arrive on an early ferry with their wicker baskets and 'set up shop' along the promenade or on the beach.
They appear to be deciding which way to go, as there is a choice of two esplanades: one is virtually on the beach, where dogs have total freedom, and the other is along the top of the cliffs, where
including 50 bedrooms, bedside lights in all rooms, electric fires in first-floor rooms, a tennis court, a putting green, television, a ladies' hairdressing saloon and a private path to the beach
It is a strange fact that many old laws remain on the statute books; one still standing forbids bathing on Ramsgate beach.
Fishermen's cottages indicate that inshore fishing and shrimping was a part of the scene, and there was still some golden sand on the beach.
The railway viaduct crosses the little valley behind the beach, and the station platform is just beyond. Another major engineering feat on this scenic line is the rock cutting in the far headland.
The following morning the beach and rocks were littered with wreckage and bodies.
It occupies an excellent defensive position overlooking the sea and the beach beyond, where Giraldus Cambrensis played as child.
In earlier days a beach community existed: numerous bungalows were built on the sands of the Exe estuary, particularly on the long spit of land known as Dawlish Warren, which stretches to
New Swanage (centre right) is beginning to cluster around Ulwell Road and the 1898-built Grand Hotel (centre) at the northern end of the beach.
In the happier days of the last century it opened its beaches to all, and a holiday in Bournemouth became an enduring event in many a Briton's memory.
Fishermen have to be tough, not only to ply their trade at sea, but also to have the strength to haul their heavily laden boats by hand up the steep shingle beach.
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