Bus in High Street 1970s : photo John Golding
The buses used to pass so close to the shop door at Higginbothams. One day when I was just paying for something at the counter, I let go of Colin’s hand, – he was only about 3 – to get my money out, and he ran to the door. It was open and the bus was going past. I just grabbed him in time. Oh, it did give me a scare.
Blanche Kennard nee Dore b 1923
Yarmouth and Ningwood WI meeting at Ningwood
Yarmouth W.I. used to meet at Ningwood – Yarmouth didn’t have a place of its own you see, so they used to go to Ningwood’s hall. I remember going out there with my mother with some veg. she had grown and I had to stay with it when she went home. I got into trouble for starting to collect all the carrots up before it was time, then I had to bring them back on the bus. Pat Burt nee Adams b 1929
Bluebells in Mill Copse 2013
If we went anywhere, we went by bus – train was too expensive – but we didn’t go far. Yarmouth was our world. I loved Mill Copse and spent hours there. The bluebells, primroses … I hated it when it was all planted up with conifers. I was a great presser of flowers, had a collection of pressed wild flowers. One year in Mill Copse I found butterfly orchids to press for my collection. In later years I went back to look but never found them again! Mary Lord nee Hayles b 1936