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Caption for Whalley, Broad Lane 1906: Here we have a grand view of the railway arches heading out of Whalley. The railway arrived in the village in 1850, and the 600yd-long viaduct carries the Blackburn to Clitheroe line through at a height of 70ft. This means that double-decker buses and coaches cannot head north out of Whalley towards Mitton. Whalley is just a village, though a large one; it is always high on the best-kept village awards list, a title which it has won in the past. The last Abbot of Whalley, a Cistercian monk, is thought to be buried in the parish church after being hung for opposing Henry VIII.

An extract from Heart of Lancashire Photographic Memories.

Memories of Whalley

My cousin Eileen Vera Derbyshire was born in Blackburn in 1905 and was adopted by the Derbyshire family, when she went by the name of Nelly / Nellie Swales Derbyshire. She was apparently taken in by Nuns at a convent, so I don't know how she came to live with the Derbyshire family. The family lived at (...Read full memory)

I was born in Whalley, in the second cottage opposite the Catholic Church in the Sands, in December 1924. Next door to us was Mr Sutton who was well known around Whalley for his ice cream. He used to stand outside the abbey gates with his ice cream and he always had raspberry vinegar to put on top of the cones. I (...Read full memory)

I was born in 1947 to Betsy and Leonard Mcgough on Railway Terrace, which I believe is now called Russell Terrace. My mother worked in the cotton mills all her life and retired in a mill at Read. We moved to Moor Lane where we lived for several years before moving to Blackburn Rd with my stepdad Andy Myerscough, who ran (...Read full memory)

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