Mickleton

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My fourteenth birthday year

Our journey to Mickleton started when we arrived at Chipping Campdon, there was no one to meet us, we, my mother, an aunt and I were taken to the local police station where we stayed the night.  Next morning we boarded a dear little bus, complete with little curtains at the windows, this took us to Mickleton, where my mother and aunt had positions with the Land Army.  The houses occupied were Medford House and the one next door, the name escapes me, I was allowed to stay with them for a short time, but then boarded in the village. I found work at The Three Ways Hotel, I think it has changed names now. I, with another young girl, ...read more here
Contributed by mavis upchurch

My fourteenth birthday year

Our journey to Mickleton started when we arrived at Chipping Campdon, there was no one to meet us, we, my mother, an aunt and I were taken to the local police station where we stayed the night.  Next morning we boarded a dear little bus, complete with little curtains at the windows, this took us to Mickleton, where my mother and aunt had positions with the Land Army.  The houses occupied were Medford House and the one next door, the name escapes me, I was allowed to stay with them for a short time, but then boarded in the village. I found work at The Three Ways Hotel, I think it has changed names now. I, with another young girl, ...read more here
A memory of Mickleton contributed by mavis upchurch

UK Honeymoon

We'd been married some four years before we could afford to take our honeymoon trip; our little daughter was just a year old. I'd never been "east of Boston", and air travel with a toddler was a challenge. Nevertheless, this was a trip I'd dreamed about since childhood. To a native of the flat midwest prairie, the Cotswolds seemed like a fairyland. I was an Illinois farm girl, but I'd never smelled air so soft and fresh as this! Our intent was to drive from Heathrow to Airdrie, Scotland to stay with relatives, and our first night was spent in Moreton-In-Marsh. Next day we drove to Chipping Campden and stayed for a week - I never wanted to leave. In fact, ...read more here
A memory of Chipping Campden contributed by jill murtagh

Lower Swell Forge

I first came to Lower Swell as a 16 year old boy; that would have been 1967. I had attended Wilsons Grammar School in Camberwell London. Austen Nichols had worked at the school teaching metal work. He told me that he lived in Lower Swell and had a forge there. He and I got on really well. He was a good teacher and became a good friend. When he left Wilsons he invited me to visit him and that summer I did. I had family friends not far away and combined my visit to him with a short stay in nearby Malmesbury.
Austen showed me the forge and his beautiful little cottage. I stayed for most of the day and before ...read more here
A memory of Lower Swell contributed by ian ashley-smith