In 1871 Harriet Vear lived here asa a domestic servant to retired paper manufacturer, Lawremce Harwood. At age 26 she married James Hill of the Hills of Turton ancestry lineage
In 1841 my great great great grandfather and his family lived in this house right above the river in Turton Bottoms. He was a block printer in the calico works. It’s strange to realise that every Sunday when I walked to church (about 4 miles) I was actually passing the gable end of his house and didn’t know it.
My high school! A little different from the 2 roomed elementary school I attended in Affetside
Bolton School’s main gate
The Great Hall Barn at Rivington. According to Wikipedia it may date from the 9 – 13th century. It was used as a storeage barn and restored in 1905 by Lord Lever (who was the benefactor of Bolton School, and who bought Lewis Island in the Outer Hebrides and lived in Stornoway Castle which I visited last year). There were lots of table available inside but outside it was overflowing with people enjoying the unusually hot weather. It got to 79 degrees – sweltering!
St Anne’s Turton where my parents were married in 1954 and I was married in 1978
The font where I was baptised
I used to play the piano for the Sunday School here. Now it’s a beautiful house
What was once Barlow’s Institute is now ‘The Barlow.’ My parents had their wedding reception here. Now there’s a newly opened cafe.
The room where my parents’ wedding reception was.
Meat delivery to Whitehead’s Butchers in Edgworth
We just happened to come across the man who has been the organist at Affetside church since I was in the choir there as a seven year old. He also played the organ for my mum’s funeral at Four Lance Ends church. he must be the last person of his generation still living in the village
The room doubled as my elementary school room and the church. All the chairs would be taken out after the service on Sunday and replaced by desks for the upcoming school week. There were two classroom
Lovely evening light as we walk down the fields to 3rd bungalow
The newly paved road to my house – complete with the trees my dad and I planted when they were 1 inch high.
My daily walk to school – the building on the right
Traffic outside Sarah’s house in Santa Cruz on Sunday morning
Traffic outside Sarah’s room on Tuesday morning.
Whoops! The sheep got out and headed for the road. Farmer Houghton yells “Panic” hops on his bike to the rescue. The result? ‘Sheep may safely graze.’
Highlights of the day:
The grave of my grandparents and my dad. We found the flowers next to the grave.
With Amy , director of communications at All Souls where my great uncle was a campanologist.
In the belfry at All Souls. It’s been painted green by a volunteer using his own money. Unfortunately he’s used the wrong sort of paint and also obliterated the fine Victorian stencilling that used to adorn the walls.
Sarah with her great grandparents in All Souls
Dinner at the Strawbury Duck in Entwistle. When I was little the pub used to be called the Strawberry. Then a landlord with the name of Duxbury took it over and it was reborn as the Strawbury Duck! We ordered the pie of the week. It was the third pub we had driven to to try and find dinner. It was Monday and most pubs don’t serve food on Mondays. I felt as if it wasn’t quite a case of no room at the inn, but rather no grub at the pub!
The road to my home on Watling Street, Affetside. The ‘Bungalow number 3’ sign has gone. (Not bad after a 19 hour journey and zero sleep for 24 hours