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Lots of info by google. Short extract here. The church is mentioned in the Domesday Book[1] and is believed to go back deep into Saxon times. The main body of the present building (at least the third on the site) dates from the end of the reign of Edward III (1377) to that of Henry VII (1485–1509). The nave was finished before 1475 and it is notable for its uniformity of gothic perpendicular style.[4] It is likely that the south aisle wall was the first part of the building to be constructed in the early 1380s, with the remainder of the nave and transepts being from the early 15th century

I used to walk or cycle up Berridge Road every day on my way to Forest Fields school. I watched the progress as Hyson Green flats were being built. I recall when one of the girls from school was walking a little way in front of me. As she’d pulled he satchel on her shoulder it caught the hem of her skirt so Her knickers were on show. As she went past the flats word must have spread as dozens of builders lined one of the walkways and shouted some very rude things to her. I did shout to warn her, honest. Perhaps not loud enough. Funny how some things stick in your mind.

I left school in 1970 and went to work in the Concept design office at Raleigh. It was a fantastic introduction to the grown up world of work and I loved it. One time in my life I really enjoyed going to work. My immediate boss was a lovely man, George Ellis. The department head was John Gordon and the overall design chief Allan Oakley, both very nice pleasant people. In fact all the staff in that office were great characters. George was an excellent draughtsman and a joy to work for. He was involved in a number of the iconic Raleigh designs of the 60’s and 70’s including the RSW, Raleigh 20 a

I don’t drink a lot of coffee but do take it with milk. I drink tea a lot. Not had milk in it for years. I can’t stand it with milk. Occasionally Jane will take the teabag from her milky tea to make me one and I can’t drink it.

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Has anyone else visited the new memorial to the WW1 dead in the memorial gardens at Trent embankment. I was in the area the other day so called in as my Grandfather is remembered on it. I was rather disappointed. The whole garden is quite scruffy and although there were a number of people working there, it seemed very neglected and not at all pleasant. As for the memorial itself within the garden. It's round some 40 or 50 feet across with a gap in the encirclement for access with the names engraved on metal plaques sloping up from the centre to outer edge so the outside of the circle is a is b

It was Clive Wisdom running it when I moved here in 2000 so I don't recall any of the previous people you name. I run the photo archive for the Local History Society and have a number of photos of the Full Moon from when it was a shop and row of cottages pre pub through the years to present. Clive borrowed a good chunk of the car park and built his house on it prior to selling the place. He still lives there. A couple from the Waggon at Hallam, Rebecca and Will White bought it from Clive but they split up and sold out to the Prices. Will now has the Hearty Goodfellow at Southwell and Rebecca r

I live within a few yards of the Full Moon. It is owned by the Price family but not actively 'run' by them Phil. It's had various licencees in recent times and has been hit and miss for the quality of the food. With the current tenants the food is much improved and the early bird deals are quite reasonable. Despite its proximity to me I rarely visit as I prefer a pub for a drink not restaurant that sells drinks. Sorry for your friend, Steve maybe, but I've not yet found a Blue Monkey beer I like.

My wife is a dedicated Waitrose shopper. We live a just outside Southwell so Newark Waitrose is close. She also visits the Wollaton Waitrose as its a short diversion on the way to the grandchildren she sees several times a week and is very miffed at it closing.

My father used to work in Clifton. Maybe that is why he was familiar with Fairham brook where it flowed int the Trent near Clifton Bridge. We would often go there on a Sunday afternoon for a picnic in the 60's and fish for sticklebacks or paddle in the stream. It was a popular place with plenty of people on a fine afternoon. I've not been there for some 45-50 years but plan visiting soon. Did anyone else go there and is anyone familiar with it now. I expect it's changed somewhat but looking on the internet it seems to be part of a nature area.

In relation to stop start. The start system is engineered to withstand the increase in use. It's not a standard starter with just the SS system in place. It is designed to reduce fuel consumption and pollution. My previous diesel car had it but my current petrol car does not. I still average about 65 mpg. I miss stop start which you soon get used to.

My wife's grandmother, Kate was lovely. She wasn't terribly active and kept the home where husband Alf was always out and about, busy in Players sports club as umpire for cricket and anything else he could stay out the way for. He appeared home at meal times and that's about it. He came home one time and noticed ants on the kitchen floor. "Kate. There's ants in this kitchen " . "I know" she said. "I've asked em in for company"

I'm not sure I have understood you correctly but the Radford factory was operating in tandem with Horizon while I was there early 70's.

I think it must be the same field MD. I would think the name it was know as changed which is why I dated my time there. Perhaps Nuthall Road was just a name we used and not the official name.

I too have happy memories of Wollaton Hall. We used to go quite often on a Sunday afternoon, an oasis to my Radford home and to many from the built up suburbs. The 'adventure playground' with the zip line was a great diversion to the usual swings and slides found on other playgrounds. My dad was friends with one of the Policemen on the mounted section and we'd go to the stables occasionally when the mounted section horses were based there. For almost 20 years I could see the hall from my back bedroom window on Truro Crescent. At night the twinkling string of amber street lights marking th

Thomas Hardy is one of my favourite fiction authors. Far from the Madding Crowd being my favourite work of his but as it happens I'm currently listening to the Mayor of Casterbridge on iplayer radio. I've read it but a long time ago and can't recall the incident you refer to Jill. It will take me months to listen to it all as I fall asleep after 10 minutes then it takes be ages to find where I was up to the following night. I've got a jam jar full of old coins with some foreign ones in too. I threw my 'once' penny in there and it's been there ever since. Wonder if it once covered a corpse eye

I used to play football for Berridge school on this field. It was always referred to as Nuthall Road playing field (1960-66). I found one of the thick heavy very old pennies on the field when it was muddy and churned up with our boots. I got tackled and fell over and it was just lying there. I still have it. You can't make out the date it's so worn but I think it's 17??.

I tried the local studies CT and they deny having such a map. Wilford Hill admit to having a map but said words to the effect, it is too difficult for a mere mortal like you to understand, no you can't see it but pay us £90 and we can find it for you. To be honest I gave up in despair and finding a tent village of druggies had taken up residence in the Cemetary didn't help my mood. In fact this post has inspired me to get off my backside and I'll have another crack at the local studies. If it stops raining that is.

I want to trace the grave of my Great Aunt who is buried at the General Cemetary (Canning Circus). I have the grave number but when I enquired at the Council (Wilford Hill) they claim there is no map available but for the bargain price of about £90 will send someone out to find it but no guarentee of success and the fee is required whether they find it or not.

I went to the Coopers Arms in the early 80's. I can't recall your Fox. I can recall the agrovation when the landlady did a flit with a married copper.

Just read some of the comments re Southy Street. I worked in the area for about 7 years in 1990-97. Many of the houses in the area would have been very grand indeed at one time. I've been in a lot of them. Most, not all, quite run down and split into flats. Even in the run down state some retained features of their past grandure. Ornate plaster ceilings and some basements having the bells on springs marked with the rooms above as they had been the servants quarters. Forest Road and area was of course we'll known in the 50's until recent times as Nottinghams vice area where prostitutes now mor

My maternal grandmother worked as a librarian at Bromley House for a number of years prior to marrying my grandfather in 1918 when she retired. I've been a member of BH for several years and they found and showed me her name in their records. They bought her a tea service as a retirement gift apparently. It is a wonderful place and I love it, an oasis of calm in the heart of town.. The attic was the site of one of the first if not the first photographic studios in the city. It is currently undergoing a massive repair and restoration to the roof, part funded by a lottery heritage grant. It's c

Yes it is sad. My late father was a life long avid Notts fan. Always joked that the ref would wait for him to sit down before he'd kick off. I got dragged along when I was about 5 but I never got into it and was bored to death so I stopped going when I was old enough to speak up. His loyalty to the pies though has rubbed off on me a bit and I listen on radio Nottingham most weeks. It's been a disastrous season and I'm glad that dad isn't here to witness this. He'd be heartbroken. Ive got quite a lot of Notts memorabilia inherited from my dad. Signed photos badges etc. Is that worth more

I drove past Oxton today and the travellers that have been there for several weeks have disappeared with trace. No rubbish or mess evident at all.

When I worked at Bulwell late 70's I got to know a lovely old couple who were ex fairground travelers. You couldn't have met kinder, nicer more honest people. Their main sitting room had been knocked through so was quite long and narrow and always reminded me of a caravan. They had lots of brass ornaments. Unfortunately the same honesty cannot be said of all travellers but society in general are no different. There is currently a small group of travellers set up camp on a tiny triangular verge near ye Old Bridge Inn at Oxton.