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My Story
My name is Peter Mills. I was born in 1939 and I lived in Barest Road, Nunhead. I lived through the war years, evacuation, hiding in the Anderson shelter, having to use the bungalow bath, outside toilet, coal fire, ascot water heater, ...Read more
A memory of Peckham in 1950 by
I Lived Next Door
My family lived in the cottage next to the well during the Second World War and for a short time after. I have many very happy memories, including falling asleep on the stone monument on the moors, sitting on the stone wall of ...Read more
A memory of St Cleer in 1940 by
St Cleer Church
This scene has changed little, except for the addition of carpeted areas and pews that look far more comfortable and inviting! I feel sure that every person who has walked through the doors of this church has been touched by what ...Read more
A memory of St Cleer in 2005 by
Family Of Fowler
Not a memory but an historical fact. I have traced my family back to Leigh circa 1750. The patriarch was Anthony Fowler, a carpenter from Bishops Cleeve. He married Mary Attwood of Bishops Cleeve in 1749. They had 10 ...Read more
A memory of The Leigh by
Evacuated To Woodmancote
We were billeted in Woodmancote, but went to a temporary school that was at a tea rooms in Bishops Cleeve. I recall many huts. There was also a funfair type of thing there but that was out of bounds. I well ...Read more
A memory of Bishop's Cleeve in 1930 by
1972
Married at the wonderful old church of St. Peter's Walton on the Hill, 5th July 1972. At this time, my parents were living at Tudor Court, Walton St. Walton on the Hill, and Mum, owned the shop below, Anne Cleeves. I had been over ...Read more
A memory of Walton on the Hill in 1972 by
Childhood Memories
In August 1939 I came to Roadwater from Kingston, Surrey to stay with my grandparents for my summer school holidays. My grandmother's name was Eva Morse and my grandfather's Rupert Morse. At that time they lived in a house ...Read more
A memory of Roadwater in 1930 by
History Of Peacock Cottage, Cleeve Prior
In 'Spring Onions' the autobiography of farmer and market gardener Duncan McGuffie, published by Faber & Faber in 1942, the author rents Peacock Cottage. This is the quote from p 49: "Peacock Cottage ...Read more
A memory of Cleeve Prior by
Our House
I lived in Old Cleeve for 19 years at no. 17. Our surname was Ryan. We continued to live there after our mother's death in 1983 and our father died in 1986, we then moved up to Scotland, even though I have some fond memories of my life in Somerset.
A memory of Old Cleeve in 1967 by
A Holiday At Cleave Farm
I spent a fortnight's holiday at Cleave Farm, Upottery, with my parents, sister and brother in 1968 - a wonderful holiday. The farm belonged to the Curtis family and Mr Curtis let us help bring in and milk the cows. ...Read more
A memory of Upottery in 1968 by
Captions
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Bishop's Cleeve has now become something of a small town, a dormitory for nearby Cheltenham, but it still has an attractive setting under the slopes of Cleeve Hill.
The building in this view of the river Avon is Cleeve Mill.
Cleeve Hill rises to an altitude of 1,000 feet, and is topped by common land that occupies a plateau of 2,000 acres.
Oolitic limestone has been quarried at Cleeve Hill for centuries.
Despite a great deal of demolition in the 1950s, Bishop's Cleeve boasts many fine old buildings.
Originally known simply as Cleeve, this village gained its prefix at the time when it was owned by the Bishop of Worcester.
The highest point of the Cotswolds is on Cleeve Common, which covers an area of some three square miles.
Cleeve Hill is the western edge of the Cotswolds, and at over a thousand feet the highest point.
The summit at 1083 feet is at the head of West Down at the southern point of Cleeve Common.
But thanks to the dedication of railway enthusiasts, the former trackbed has been re-laid through Bishops Cleeve, and passenger services are now operated by the Gloucestershire Warwickshire
As we walk around the village it is not at all apparent why it should be named Cleeve or 'cliff'; but in fact the village sits just a short distance away from a steep 200ft cliff overlooking
The tram and cyclists here are heading up the steep ascent of Cleeve Hill, which is not far from the village.
Horse-drawn conveyances were mostly replaced by electric trams, which covered the major routes in and out of town; there was even a tram that regularly undertook the steep climb up towards Cleeve
The Cotswolds reach their highest point at West Down, 1083 feet above sea level, above this parish of Cleeve Hill, east of Cheltenham.
On our route towards Watchet we move inland to Old Cleeve, a village grouped round a triangle of narrow steep lanes and amazingly secluded.
Beyond is the church schoolroom and the lych gate - from where Monks Path runs to Cleeve Abbey.
Until the 1930s, trams ran along Prestbury High Street en route to the top of Cleeve Hill.
here is a stone memorial at the spot where jockey George Stevens, who in Victorian times won the Grand National five times, died after falling from a horse he was riding to his home on Cleeve
There are numerous caravan parks and few buildings of any quality, but towards the east the land climbs towards Cleeve Hill and things become a little more scenic.
Prestbury lies under the great bluff of Cleeve Hill, the destination of the tram, not the only mode of Edwardian travel in this photograph!
Uplands such as Cleeve Common spread beyond the Cotswold escarpment.
Lustleigh Cleave, one of the Moor's most scenic valleys, lies to the west of Lustleigh itself and was cut by the River Bovey.
This is St Cleer's Holy Well in the village named after him.
One of the most spectacular is North Cleave Gut, 120 yards deep and ten yards wide, with a 350ft waterfall at its head.
