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Best Holiday Ever
When I saw this photo, and read the memory by Jill Graham, I have to admit that tears filled my eyes. I stayed at Ashleigh with my parents and sister in the 60s. It was the first time that my parents had ever booked a holiday ...Read more
A memory of Allendale Town
Newarthill 1950/60s Tosh And I Part 2
Like everyone else growing up in Newarthill, life wasn’t easy, as times were tough in the 50s and 60s and I suppose in many ways it is today. But back then people really had nothing, but one thing I do ...Read more
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Air Force Brat
My father was stationed in Lakenheath, England in 1963. My mother and 2 brothers followed 3 months later - I was 12 at the time. Coming from Texas, November in England was a shock, and it was the coldest winter they'd had in 60 years. ...Read more
A memory of Newmarket
Green Bank School
2 roomed little private school which was the worst ever experienced. Owned/run/head mistress by an ex-nun MISS MELADY who was absolutely vile and cruel. Luckily she taught the older class whilst another teacher class I was in. My ...Read more
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Precious Memories!
Some of my most precious memories of life belong to Menith Wood. My parents bought a caravan where we had many happy times on the “Bird in Hand” public house caravan site, opposite the woods. I remember feeding “Thomas” the boar, ...Read more
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Those Were The Days
I moved to Ireland Wood from Portsmouth when I was 4 years old with my Mum and dad who was in the navy. We lived at 42 Raynel Way. The house was built by the Council. Most of the houses like ours were made of prefabricated ...Read more
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Childhood Memories
My parents married in 1966 at St Marys Church Ulverston, after getting married they rented a property from friends of my Grandparents , the property was called Rose Cottage , I was born in 1967 and lived at Rose Cottage until ...Read more
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Summer Visits To Barton Mills
When I was 7-8 yrs old, my parents took me on regular visits to Barton Mills, where we had relatives. We drove from our home in Norfolk. This was in the 1960’s. I had a great uncle there, called Ron. I don’t remember ...Read more
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Driftbridge Stables
I was too young in the 1950’s to use the Hotel and pub but I learnt to ride at the Driftbridge Stables, that used the land, stables and coach houses from when the hotel had been a Coaching Inn. Having learnt to ride on Nutmeg, ...Read more
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Noddy's Shop
I moved to Elm Park in 1960 when I was 4 years old with my mum and dad, from Hackney, East London. My dad owned and ran the Newsagents in Station Parade and we lived in the flat above the shop. I remember it was next to the green ...Read more
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In 1538 Roche Abbey was surrendered to the Crown and destroyed.
daylight the market is crowded.The very loading of these wagons is a wonder, and the wall-like regularity with which cabbages, cauliflowers and turnips are built up to a height of some twelve feet is nothing
Nothing much has altered here except that the Narrow Road sign has been changed and there are some new power lines across the road.
A comparison of this picture with the earlier one taken in 1898 (picture 42179, opposite) shows that nothing has really changed here other than the volume of traffic - even the blinds seem
Nothing in this photograph has changed, even down to the whitewashed beam-ends just to the left of and above the archway.
Nothing changes. The same cows are being herded in almost the same place as No. 390020 (page 46) in this view looking the opposite way.
Only fifty years earlier, this street had been nothing more than a dirt track with some third-rate shops.
This is a much-changed scene along the road leading to Maidenhead Station, for virtually nothing now survives of King Street's earlier buildings.
A mile north of Uley there is another long barrow, known as Hetty Pegler's Tump.
Alas, plans to save her came to nothing.
daylight the market is crowded.The very loading of these wagons is a wonder, and the wall-like regularity with which cabbages, cauliflowers and turnips are built up to a height of some twelve feet is nothing
We can see the back of the boat station, with 'cushion huts' peeping out behind the strolling crowds, whilst to the right 'Schneider's gate' is flanked by the bold 'Belsfield Hotel' sign.
The 'bus station next to the library and museum has moved – and so has the library. The privet fence around the green has gone, and the grass has been replaced.
The 'bus station next to the library and museum has moved – and so has the library. The privet fence around the green has gone, and the grass has been replaced.
It was becoming a favourite place for the seniors in Belfast City Hall and the port - to say nothing of a host of sea captains.
Devil's Den, near Marlborough in Wiltshire, is an example of how the ravages of the plough is nothing more than intentional vandalism.
Nothing much has altered here except that the Narrow Road sign has been changed and there are some new power lines across the road.
With not an ancient building in sight, we would be forgiven for believing that this is the centre of one of Hertfordshire's 20th-century garden cities. Nothing could be further from the truth.
A solid little stone tower on a slant, nothing elaborate, dates from the 13th century and is on the north side of the church, not at the usual west end. The church has Norman origins.
Twice a year, in April and September, people come from all over to watch the Severn Bore, a wave varying in size from nothing more than a ripple to a wall of water several feet high.
Prior to this, men slept in the bottom of the boats with nothing more than a canvas sheet or sail for protection against the elements.
The English were soon back, and work continued on the castle, but it stopped again a few years later when Henry de Lacy, distraught at the death by drowning of his only son in the castle well, wanted nothing
This view is taken looking south towards Oving from Bowling Alley's junction with the North Marston to Whitchurch Road.
The story of the demise of Dunwich, in medieval times a prosperous port until the ravages of the North Sea gradually demolished its soft, sandy cliffs, is one of the most romantic of the Suffolk coast.
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