Waterbeach, The Bridge Hotel, Clayhithe c.1953
Photo ref: W509302
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Photo ref: W509302
Photo of Waterbeach, The Bridge Hotel, Clayhithe c.1953

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This image is a Reference Print: it has not been shown on our website before as it has not been optimised and therefore may not meet the quality standards we require for use in our normal product range. However, we understand that this image could be potentially important for genealogical, local history or architectural research and so we are showing it on the website for on-line research only. The photo may be available to buy, but needs to be checked and optimised before you can place an order.

Why are these different? All 300,000 photographs in The Frith Collection have been scanned, but as the photos were taken over a 110 year period on a wide range of glass & film negatives, using different photographic processes, every image has to be checked and optimised, before we make a print for a customer.

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A Selection of Memories from Waterbeach

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Waterbeach

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I was a barracks baby, lived in Park Crescent when the barracks were RAF and then Whitby Road? When transferred to the army. I've lived in some wonderful places but nowhere moulded me like Waterbeach. I attended Waterbeach primary school until I was 10. Then sadly left all my friends behind. I remember more than anyone our headteacher Miss Hatley who loved, believed and nurtured the children in her care. 💔 I was truly blessed to know her.
My parents took over The Chocolate Box, a little general store which sold mostly sweets in 1946. I lived there in the old thatched cottage and the attached house, which was called the new house, as it was only two hundred years old (which also included the shop). I always thought the house we lived in was haunted, and my dad, Russell Oddy, thought so too. In fact, he used to swear ...see more