I have been walking the footpaths every Tuesday with Mr Dunster for nearly 20 years and have had hundreds of stiles erected. One stile we had to fight for in particular hard for and after 7 years of negotiating we won. In celebration we took 174 people on a walk. At the present we are doing a 22-mile walk. It starts at ……… Hill and then on to Knowle Hill, Chew Magna, Maesknoll, Norton Malreward, Pensford, Hunstrete, Farmborough and back again.
l was born on 20th August 1910 along with a twin sister into a family of six – three boys and three girls. Mother was about forty when we were born. The doctor came and he wanted to double the fee because we were twins. Mother said no, as he had only visited once, so he let her off. In those days you had to pay every time the doctor visited so we had to stop him from coming because we could not afford it.
I was born at Bloomfield…the others were much older making a huge gap between us. My elder sisters had left home for domestic service. We never knew them as play friends. Both my brothers started work in coal mining. One for a couple of years, the older one for life. The younger one went into hotel work. This gave us all better sleeping arrangements. Up until two we had slept in mother’s bedroom. I moved in with my younger brother. When he started work, he had to pull a cord to open and shut a door in the roadway to let the wagons through. One night there was a great smash at home. On investigation we heard him say there is a stone behind the door. He was dreaming. On the washstand there was a large washbasin and jug with towel underneath. He had pulled the towel thinking he was pulling the rope of his door underground and smashed the lot. As twins we were very fond of each other. We had dolls in a tiny pram and a teddy bear.
My grandfather and father were born here. Grandfather lived to be 95 – he had eight children, 7 girls and two boys – one boy died in his childhood days. They were a very religious family and would not carry a shopping basket on a Sunday. My father also lived to be 95, having married again when he was 80. Mother died at 72. Grandfather lived his early days at Timsbury Post Office which became a boot and shoe shop after he left. He moved to Bloomﬁeld House, which was an off-license called the Dove, which was a sizeable house with stable and carpenter’s shop above. This shop above became the Mission Room.
He was fairly intellectual for those days and often helped people write letters.
There was a public house at Bloomfield called the Rising Sun, now turned into a house. Bloomﬁeld was often looked down upon and was called Black Dog, much to the disgust and resentment of my father. He would go to court for his license and when the Magistrate called out John Newth, Black Dog he would sit and not answer. When he called out Bloomﬁeld it was OK. I think the name came because of a large picture in the bar of a Black Dog. In those days miners used to congregate on street corners outside the pubs chatting. Grandfather used to pass by and say haven you got anything better to do and received not too friendly replies. They were often too poor to buy more than a little beer.
My grandfather was the blacksmith at the Conygre Pits. One evening the men on the surface were doing overtime and he took them to the Rising Sun for a drink. He was reported to the Lord of the Manor and sacked. He was in dire straits and set off with two bags of tea on his shoulders and tried selling tea around Compton Dando and adjoining villages, without success. The men at the pit hearing of his distress got together and bought him a horse and cart. From then on success came. He hauled bag coal and got himself a brake (cart for passengers). Then he transported people as well. He always went to Clutton Station on Sunday morning to get preachers for one or another of the chapels. He had a stable but no ﬁeld. He used to get grass by cutting sides of the lanes, usually Priston Lane. Later on, whilst I was going to school there was an accident at Pit Gates. Dr Bevin came and a motor cycle and side car. It was snowing at the time and there were no wipers on cars. There were only four cars in the village. Both men were killed or died shortly afterwards. When l told my grandfather, he said l forgive but l don’t forget. One of the men was the same man who had got him the sack.
My other grandfather was Thomas Sims; he lived alone in a tiny cottage in Bloomfield. He was less intellectual. Both my grandmothers passed away before I was born. Grandfather Sims also swept a few chimneys. He worked in coal mining. I was about 5 when he passed away. He died mostly of enlarged prostate gland. He had some peculiar ways. He believed in the healing power of goose grease. One night he had a bad chest and grandma fried him a pancake in goose grease and placed it on his chest on going to bed. In the morning he went to work and when he returned grandmother said what did you do with the pancake this morning. He said, “I ate it…. I thought it had done all it could outside so I thought I’d try it on the inside”. Another idea if he had sore on his leg or arm was to get some cow dung and put it on when it was a warm as possible.
I was very curious as a child when my brother-in-law came home on leave from the trenches. He had a wheelbarrow full of equipment, riﬂes, tin hat, gas mask and much more. After sleeping in the trenches for so long he preferred sleeping on the ﬂoor. It was nothing to read in the papers of 40-50 thousand of our soldiers killed in one day.
My wife’s grandmother told me that when she was a child the gates were in operation at Marksbury Turnpike and plenty took to the lanes so as not to pay. When they were sinking Pensford Pit my father used to walk the seven miles and back often with overtime so life was only bed and work. During the strike a lot of miners used to play cards just off the road; they had no money to gamble. They used marbles and matches; the games were Pontoon, Banker of Brag. Sometimes one of them would shout Bobby is coming. They quickly dispersed because it was so-called gambling, which was not allowed. In those days we had a policeman on patrol in every village and they certainly kept law and order.
We lived in a tiny miner’s cottage, which had 2 bedrooms and 1 downstairs room and a pantry. This meant at some stage sleeping four to a bed. Two at the top and two at the bottom. This was not unusual. We were poor but happy. We lived off our own garden produce, no cereals. Bread was broken into pieces put in a basin and boiling water was poured over it. Then the water was drained off and some sugar sprinkled over with some milk. We called this sop – this was breakfast. Perhaps on Sunday we might have egg and bacon. We ate a lot of rabbit with plenty of potatoes and greens because they were cheap. This was grown from our garden. Every week the ﬁsh cart called and also the rag and bone cart. In exchange for any rags he would give you a piece of salt. He also carried night commodes. These were threaded on a rope by the handle and tied on the back of the cart. You rarely had one because you did not have enough waste.
Often, we went to Radstock Market just before closing about 9 and bought cheap meat. The butchers had no fridges and so had to sell it off cheap. Some houses had a bread oven and made their own bread. It would keep well for nearly a week.
We owned two other small cottages, which were let at 2/6. There was no sanitation. Very primitive toilet at the bottom of the garden, a bucket. This had to be tipped often. Having plenty of coal and huge fires meant there were plenty of ashes. We had an ash heap in which the bucket was emptied and covered with ashes. When the pile got too big it was loaded on a wheelbarrow and taken to the allotments. It smelt a bit high. Your water was shared with others. There were about twenty wells in Bloomﬁeld. When they brought the mains, our tap was outside. All washing up water and bath water was tipped on the garden. No carpet just a piece of coconut matting on the hearthstone ﬂoors all over the house. Ironing was done by putting a ﬂat iron on a hangar on the bar of the grate. You always had two irons and tested to see if it was hot by spitting on it. Fish, kippers, bloaters and fresh herrings were cooked in front of the ﬁre. If you had a goose for Christmas that was sometimes cooked on a jack which when wound up did a circle and back again. There was tray underneath to catch the fat. It was basted with this fat during cooking. It was rare to have a goose, quite a luxury. We had a washhouse at the bottom of the garden with at coal fired boiler. Mother used to have a large earthenware tub. She said the water kept warm longer. Washing was always done on Mondays and took all day.
Father used to sweep a few chimneys, 6d at Bloomﬁeld and 1/- in the village. Those few pence were a little help. We mostly lived on our garden and most had large ones and usually a piece of allotment. Bread and potatoes were the staff of life.
Many cottages had a pig sty in the garden. We kept a couple of pigs and fed them on boiled potato peelings which we collected from neighbours and mixed these with barley meal and bran. It was great day when the pig killer man came. That was his job, he carried a rod about 5-6 feet in length. At one end there was an iron ball with a spike protruding from it. One good swing and that was it. The carcass was covered with straw and burnt off the hair. It was then hung and gutted. The thing that concerned us most was the bladder – our football. We would sell one side of the pig and salted down the other to make bacon and ham. Then it was cured and we hung it in the high part of the stairs and cut slices off when needed.
Bathing was a bit of a chore. Water was heated in huge saucepan and a tin bath tray used. Tried to be first so I could have clean water. It used to get slimy at the end. We would strip to the waist and wash our top first, then we took off our trousers. If you had company, they either left or just turned their head. I was eager to get it over with so I took no notice. Looking back, I don know how dear mother coped but she was tolerant and happy.
We used to put a handful of soda in to get the dirt off our skin. All the wet dirty clothes had to be dried in front of the hearth ready for the next day.
l have vivid memories of my life at two years old travelling on a train to Bristol from Radstock Halt, Timsbury. You had to change trains at Hallatrow for Bristol. I also remember the two collieries, Higher and Lower Conygre working and also World War One.
l was all right waiting for trains when this great monster thundered in, I squalled blue murder. I remember having a photo taken in mother‘s arms. We were baptised at Timsbury by Rev Rendall in 1910.
We only had oil lamps then and candles at home. We had to go to bed carrying a candle. How our parents managed to do sewing and reading as the they made the most of our clothes. We even had to take a candle to visit the little house at the bottom of the garden. None of us had pyjamas we wore our same shirt to bed. I never wore pants or vests until I was 14, despite the snow and cold winters.
Leisure and Pleasure
Families were united then. You all attended church or chapel together and the Sunday Schools were full. There would be no work on Sunday or sports. A football would be made from a pig’s bladder or stocking ball. To make this you would stuff a stocking with paper and then tie it up into a ball shape. Another game we played was hoop and crook – metal for the boys and wood for the girls. Spintops and whips and marbles and various outdoor games. Indoor games were snap. Happy families, snakes and ladders, ludo, dominoes and droughts.
Sometimes we made pop-guns. These were made from elder tree – you cut a piece about 6-8 inches long and two inches in diameter. Remove the pith core and cut another piece of wood to make a ram rod to fit the hole and with a piece on the end a bit larger. Then we chewed up newspaper to make a plug. Then pushed them down the hole quickly and blew the other plug out with a bang. We also made bows and arrows. Kites from newspaper and ﬂour and water. Catapults and hoops. The bigger the hoops the more proud we were. If it broke, we took it to the blacksmith and he welded it or braised it all for 2d. A prank we used to play on dark nights was with a pin button and reels of cotton. We put a pin in someone’s window with a short end of cotton and a button tied on and the rest of the cotton thread on the same button. Then we ran to a safe distance and gently pulled to make a tip-tap on the window. The person would come out several times and ﬁnd no-one there. It was what we called clean fun. We played marbles in the middle of the road. We drew a ring and put marbles in the middle and stood back on a line. Whatever marble we hit we kept. We also played Dickey Show the Light. This meant two small teams. We had a couple of tins laid on their sides with a lighted candle in each. One team made off and the other team searched for them shouting Dickey Show the light.
The Village in 1910
In the 1800s it was a hive of activities for work. There being 7 pits, a brewery and malthouse, a tanyard and a nursery.
We were chieﬂy a mining community and a few farms. Most of the land belonged to Squire Samborne who lived in the Elizabethan mansion very near to the church. The new doctors surgery now stands on the site of the house. The Sambornes had a private chapel in the grounds adjacent to the house. Before their time there was Dower House standing by the cemetery or new churchyard. For some reason the Dower House was pulled down and re-erected on the top of Timsbury Sleight. It was built out of the sight of the Manor House for some reason, perhaps an argument of some kind, or it could have been that it was in the way of the new road. It is now a farmhouse.
Church Hill and the Avenue – There was footpath called the Ha Ha (a sunken path) and it started at the entrance to St Mary ‘s Close which was the back entrance to the Manor House and ran parallel to it for about 100 yards. There was stone bridge over the Ha Ha which was 4 or 5 feet deep. When the House was demolished the Ha Ha was ﬁlled in. On the east side of the Avenue was the new churchyard, given by the Sambornes towards the end of the last century and enlarged again in 1920s.
Many years ago, Mill Lane continued straight up near to the front of the church passing the Manor House over the bridge and came out by the last house in Somerset Folly. In my young days the Avenue was known as New Road. The footpath opposite, known as New Works, ran diagonally across an open ﬁeld as it was then and came out opposite the Church Rooms, now the British Legion Club.
The Avenue – The ﬁeld Emlet was full of trees Mr. Holbrook brought it and cut most of them down and elm disease ﬁnished the rest.
Original coach road from Fosseway at Clandown to Bristol – Lower half still original cobble stones and very narrow in width. The route of this road used to proceed from the junction with South Road past the eastern end of the Church to the bend in the Avenue, but was diverted to the east forming Church Hill.
Church Lane – At the top end the Lodge and front entrance to the Manor House. The coach road ran past the lodge and through the churchyard. A few cottages were on Church Lane and the blacksmith’s forge was at the bottom corner. Mr Moxham was the blacksmith who was kept very busy by farmers, mines, brewery and the mill. The forge and the house are still in existence.
The Red Brick House – The Red Brick House at the bottom of Church Hill was two storeys higher than it is now. My father helped to build it when he was a boy. The man who built it went bankrupt when the house was not ﬁnished and it stayed like that until another man bought it. He hoped it would become a boarding house or hotel.
Bloomﬁeld – Bloomﬁeld consisted of 43 houses: one large detached by the roadside. This one had two lime kilns and a large quarry at the bottom of the ﬁeld east of the house. Next the general store on the road but attached 23 houses in one row running east but staggered a little then a space and a row of ﬁve running at right angles and several more staggered at different spots. After a shop a drangway for entrance for first seven houses in rank only. Then after the drangway a blacksmiths shop 4 cottages and the Rising Sun all along parallel to the highway. It was made into a private house called The Forge, but it was never the forge. There was also another shop and a bakery. One house in the rank was much larger and was an off licence called the Dove.
My grandfather lived there. It also had a yard and stable with carpenter shop. In later years it was turned into a mission room to save people walking to the Church in winter The Dove still stands but all the houses below have been demolished. The road was tree-lined most of the way and narrow and widened in the 1920s.
Newmans Lane and the High Street – There were only 4 cottages in Newmans Lane and a high bank of trees on the opposite side. There was no house in Rectory Paddock. Mr Bridges’ shop – the former butcher’s shop was three shops, a bicycle shop, tobacconists, confectionery, fruit and little meat. There were two cottages adjoining the Bridges’ dwelling, now demolished. Next was the Post Ofﬁce, (now the ﬁsh and chip shop) the next shop was the drapers and a boot and shoe shop. In later years the ﬁsh shop burnt down which is why it has a different facade. The Post Office was removed to the High Street, but before this it had been in the corner, the postmistress was aptly named Mrs Stamp.
The next shop in the High Street was a general grocery store, it sold fruit as well, and Tom Keeling ran it. He was a carpenter and undertaker and he had space at the side of the shop that he used as a workshop.
The next house now a dentist had a man named Harry Flower, who was a mason. This house had been the village police station, next to it stood a warehouse (the Chemist shop is new). Martin Jeffs’ Post Ofﬁce was a boot shop, run by George Dando. My father was born at this house.
Martin Jeffs’ house was two cottages, originally. Samuel Davis lived at Sunbeam Cottage; he ran a part time cycle shop and sold a few odd things. The last house, Church Farm was a butcher’s shop run by Humphries and Sons. They also did slaughtering there.
Starting at the Church on the opposite side of the road there is a terrace of four houses; my father helped to build these. Charlie Hill built a garage on the corner and ran a motor repair business at it although there were very few cars in the village in those days.
Pitour House was a large one and the whole piece of ground belonged to this house. A family called Crang owned it. There is a memorial to him in the Church. He had a coach house and stables there, where Champion’s greengrocers now stands.
There were a couple of houses at the entrance to the car park. One was occupied by Fred Robins, the other was a bit derelict and was used by Vic Ashley to repair boots.
Running at right angles to these houses there were a row of four tudor type houses now demolished.
Next came an upmarket draper run by Tizards, now the Spar.
The large house in the centre of the village was run by Ted Smith, he was a plumber and decorator. He did all the water supply work; the water came from the monks at Downside Abbey. He also had a shop which sold paint and wallpaper and carbide.
Maggs Hill – There was a house in the corner of Rectory Lane and Maggs Hill and a barber’s shop run by Mrs Miles, an off-licence (Oakhill Brewery) run by Joseph Holbrook.
The Congregational Chapel was next down the hill, now run by the Christadelphians. Tucker’s butcher’s shop and slaughterhouse was adjoining the Chapel.
Next came Holbrook’s grocery shop now converted into a house. Holbrooks the bakers, used to live on the back side of the shop, with wooden bakery shop.
Independent Chapel – 1825 – changed hands c1930.
There was a row of houses running at right angles to Maggs Hill, Mr Bert Emery had a small shop which sold wallpapers and paints. He and his son were carpenters and builders and undertakers; their workshop was on South Road facing Maggs Hill.
On the other side of Maggs Hill, Abbots had their bakery and a shop running to the top of the hill, now converted into houses. Then two cottages and Bakers Parade.
In Bakers Parade Holbrooks had their bake house. The row of houses that were there, was pulled down and a bakery put in its place. Bakers Parade – tablet on the wall shows 1701 or 1707.
South Road – At the bottom of Church Hill on South Road stands the Guss and Crook formerly the New Inn. Adjoining the pub was row of four cottages, now demolished and replaced by two bungalows.
Further along there was a tall house with stone steps going up to the front door. On the ground ﬂoor was a work shop; Mr Isaac Dando carried out boot and shoe repairs there.
There was a confectioner, a couple of doors away, with newsagents. I WILL REMEMBER THEM ALWAYS SELLING MONSTER BOTTLES OF FIZZY mineral water. It is now a hairdresser and the adjoining was a shed where Mrs Hodder’s mother kept her horse drawn governess carriage. Mrs Hodder’s daughter ran the shop. The shed is now the upholsterers.
Further along there was row of houses similar to Isaac Dando’s house, 4 of them. One of which had a small boot shoe repair shop in the cellar, this was Samuel Holbrook. He always had the same notice in his window – Shoes Caps and Ties – he always had a stall at Radstock Market on Saturdays. One Saturday a couple of chaps asked him for some shoes and when he got under the counter to get them, they shut him in. He kept shouting “let me out, let me out, or I will call a policeman”.
Following along South Road you cross the bottom of Maggs Hill then on your let you have a row of terraced houses, then there are a couple of houses set at right angles to them, edging right down to the road. In one of these there lived a man called Mr Bridges, he used to push a handcart around the village, selling paraffin. The archway was an entrance to the backs of house built there. There used to be a single man, who lived there, he was very worried that the authorities would place some evacuees with him. He looked a poor man, someone said the evacuees would go through the door but would be able to come out through the keyhole, but one day he went to Bath to change some gold sovereigns at the Bank. He said “I walk up and down to see if it was clean.” And when he came out of the Bank, he scampered away thinking that anyone who was watching him would think he was a poor man and not attack him.
The Wesleyan Chapel still has its galleries around inside it and it is still in use.
Further along the road there is another turning on your left called Tyning. On the opposite side of the turning, stands the farm called Home Farm.
Meadgate/Hook Hill – A public house called Meadgate Inn. Immediately afterward a square of about 8 cottages now demolished. There was nothing on the right until you came to Crookham Lane. But on the left, there was a long track leading to a house and gardens known as The Folly. But when you came to the corner of Hook Hill built almost on the side of the road stood a mixture a cottages. The Parish’s House stately home. In my childhood days Captain Sherriff lived there. The name was changed to Pendogett. There were no more houses on this side of the road until you get to Crookham Lane and none on the other side of the road until you get to the Temperance Hall. No school or houses on the east of Lansdown View.
Crookham and North Road – The ﬁrst house on the right of Crookham Lane was around the corner; Crookham Farm House and stables, this has now been converted into a house there was also a couple of other houses as well.
At the bottom of the lane it became a rough path leading to eight small cottages known as Northﬁeld, these were converted into four houses. On the opposite side of Crookham Lane there stood a row of cottages facing up the lane. Just beyond there was a detached house called Ashleigh. This was built by my grandfather for his daughter Ada Sims. She married Elijah Comer.
The new cul-de-sac was a farmyard run by Fred Bartlett. It is now housing estate. The Youth Club next was a small galvanised shed used by Mr Perrett as a furniture store and he also had the Co-op built as a dwelling. There was only the pair of houses next to the Co-op.
The Co-op was opened in 1916. We had quite a lot of lectures on how the Co-op was founded in the Temperance Hall and singing classes on another night. It was used every Friday for school woodwork classes for a small number of scholars and cooking classes for girls on Mondays on a coal range.
Most fetes were held on the field where my house stands now. There were always fancy dress and local bands leading processions round the village and dancing in the ﬁeld in the evening. There were swings and various races, coconut shies, roundabouts and side-shows. Later years saw Cole’s roundabouts and sideshows. The fetes were run mostly by the Co-op and Friendly Societies. Patriots and Rechabites or Good Templars. You were provided with free tea at the Temperance Hall. Bring your own mug; we as children much enjoyed buns and slab cake. This was delicious in those days and even a portion of bread pudding. The main treat of the year was the cycle racing held on the Glebe Field down Lippiatt lane. In preparation the racetrack WAS ROLLED BY A STEAMROLLER AND AFTERWARDS BY A HAND ROLLER. This event was huge and professionals came from all over the country and attracted vast crowds. It was great days when the steam fair engines started arriving with all their shining brass and caravans. If you could slip in free to the sports through the hedge, we were wealthy because we had another sixpence to spend on top of the sixpence we were given.
The other houses have been demolished and rebuilt. If we go back along Crocombe Lane we get to the row of terraced houses about 24 in all. On the comer of North Road, we come to the Temperance Hall, now St John’s Hall. Continuing west next to the Hall was the caretaker’s cottage and the next shop was always in my young days a food store. This was next to a row of four cottages now demolished.
Next is a row of cottages tight on the pavement. The ﬁrst was partially used for a cycle repair shop. The second sold confectionary.
Following the Seven Stars came two cottages two at the rear and one on the side, set back. Next is Tabor Farm, the rear of it being the original I expect about 1700, but the front part was added later.
The cottage next to it is one of the oldest in the village and originally thatched. There were no other houses in North Road.
Tabor Farm – early 18th century – the southern front was taken down and rebuilt in 1898.
The only houses in Lippiatt lane are still there at the bottom of the lane – four in all. This lane continues into a track to Wallmead Farm and further on to Wallmead House Farm.
From Wallmead House Farm across the ﬁeld to Parkway Lane and the end of the Parish Boundary. On the boundary stood several cottages. We now enter Camerton.
Hillside and Vale – 1802
Parish’s -1816 – Grade 2
Tabor Free – 1865 – from stone quarried at Lippiatt Lane
The Rectory – 1721
Rectory Lane cottages – eastern part pre-1784
South Road Methodist -1805.
The Lodge – 16th century – restored 1970
Primary School – 1830
Bartholomew Row – pre-1784 except Number 1 – built later
South Road to Timsbury Bottom and Withy Mills and Radford – The Laurels was a doctor‘s surgery and gardeners cottage. My father went to school there at 2d a week in 1800s. Further on down stood Greenhill House and its pair of thatched cottages standing on the roadside for gardener and coachman to use. It changed hands many times. Next up a long drive and built on hills stands huge Georgian house with its huge coach house and also dairy. This drive went straight up to the Ha Ha where stood two workman’s cottages. A benevolent lady and her daughter resided there – Mrs Speakman – for a number of years.
The Vale was built in 1802; Mrs Gamblin and her sister lived there. She was a retired rector’s wife from Dunkerton. Further down stood a small holding farmed by a Farmer Norris and two cottages facing the road. On the bottom of this hill was a right hand turning known as Priors Hill and 3 more cottages scattered around. The main road was a left-hand turn ﬂat for about 100 yards and a right-hand turn which took you to boundary at the bottom of the hill where stood a cottage and a long cart track leading to Timsbury Bottom Farm and one cottage and the Grove Colliery and slag heap. Back up the road there is a byway that leads to Withy Mills Farm, farmed at one time by a Mrs Ashley. Coal was gained at Withy Mills Pit in 1801. Coal was raised on hudges or iron basket by 1861. But a wide ﬂat rope was used by 1841. An accident occurred in 1850. It is said the engineman was worse for drink. The men usually hung onto the rope with loops of rope not cages and the drivers overwound and the men were killed. The driver spent two years in prison. Further on stood three or four cottages and a farm.
The Mill is still standing but is not in use. Water wheel and steam drove it when the water was low. A man was killed when hauling meal across the level crossing – Frank Kite from Bloomﬁeld. Opposite the Mill Road stood at huge nursery run in my early days by two brothers and sister one of whom married called Rossiter. They had a fair trade and sent most away by rail. Next on this side stood a brewery, demolished in my early days.
Batholomew Row – the ﬁrst larger house was always the Police Station with PC Parsons, no messing about with him or he would swing his cape about you. You always had a certain amount of fear when you saw him. He was in the Church most Sundays. Next in Mill Lane was a row of brick houses about four and two cottages set back in and the coaching house. They are still there and the coaching house.
After the Laurels was a track to Lynch or a barn and further a footpath to Lynch which consisted of three cottages adjacent the old colliery of Withy Mills, with a track leading to main road or tum left through Dunford Farm to Radford, not much used.
People living in Bloomﬁeld in Howard Newth’s schooldays:
Tom Ruck. Rising Sun. Jack Clare. Sid Gregory. Frank Abbott
Shop. Mrs F Gregory.
Walter Kite (shop)
John Newth (The Dove)
Phoebe Kite (Widow)
Henry Harris. Arthur Newth. Jim Tyte. Jack Waring.