Granny's Tales and Treasures
Hobbies and Leisure Memories
Having written about childhood leisure time elsewhere, it is now time to look at how I’ve spent my free time as an adult.
Books and Magazines
I have always been an avid reader and historical novels have been firm favourites since I was a young teenager. Authors that I have read extensively at some point include Anya Seton, who introduced me to historical novels when I was about eleven, Jean Plaidy, who taught me about English historical chronology, E. V. Thompson, Norah Lofts, Susanna Gregory, Susan Howatch, Lindsey Davis and Cynthia Harrod Eagles. I’ve enjoyed some by Barbara Erskine and R. F. Delderfield too; some of the latter are set in Addiscombe. I binge read many Agatha Christie books after * was born and have re-read them several times since. Ruth Rendall and P. D. James also featured on my bookshelf in the 1980s and 1990s. More recent detective novels that count amongst my ‘must-reads’ include those by L. J. Ross about DCI Ryan, set in familiar Northumberland locations and Elly Griffiths’ Ruth Galloway series. Genealogical mysteries also predominate, with Nathan Dylan Goodwin and Wendy Percival being my favourites.
I had every issue of Family Tree Magazine for many years and read magazines that come with my memberships of various organisations. The only other adult magazine that I have had a long-term subscription to is House Beautiful.
Radio and Television
I have already written elsewhere about radio and television programmes that I listened to and watched as a child, some of which were aimed at adults. I haven’t really listened to the radio as an adult, although John was a serial The Archers (1951) omnibus listener and he often had the radio on as a background.
Here are some favourites from adulthood. I have included the dates that the programmes were first broadcast in brackets; most but not all, I watched from the first episode. Those that I watch, or have watched regularly, include family history related programmes, such as Who do you Think you Are? (2004) and Long Lost Family (2011) as well as various programmes based on DNA. The originals that inspired many family historians, including me, were Gordon Honeycombe’s Family History (1979) and the serialisation of Arthur Hayley’s Roots (1977). Other history related series that I’ve enjoyed include the Victorian/Edwardian/World War II (etc) Farm (2009) reconstructions with Ruth Goodman and co.. I always quite fancied being Ruth Goodman, apart from the slaughtering animals bit. There have also been various ‘back in time’ programmes and a series of memories of severe weather event of the past, bound up with social history that I like. David Olusoga’s House Through Time (2018) also finds a space in the must-watch schedule.
I watched the hospital dramas Casualty (1997) and Holby City (1999) for many years before abandoning them. Other dramas from earlier adult years that stick in the mind are When the Boat Comes in (1976), A Bouquet of Barbed Wire (1976), The Aphrodite Inheritance (1979), The Flame Trees of Thika (1981), The Thornbirds (1984), Poldark (1975), All Creatures Great and Small (1978), Darling Buds of May (1991) and A Woman of Substance (1985). The last four have been remade but the new versions just don’t seem right. All of these led me to the books of the same name. As well as Poldark, other programmes set in the West Country have also been popular Doc Martin (2004) and Beyond Paradise (2023) for example. I also like Return to Paradise (2024) from the same stable but set in Australia. Recently, I’ve avidly watched the children’s Malory Towers (2020) series, which is not terribly faithful to Enid Blyton’s books but is set in beautiful local scenery. Others on past regular watch lists include London’s Burning (1988), Bad Girls (1999) and Rockface (2002). Along with most of the nation, we watched Dallas (1978) to find out who shot J.R. and the spin-off Dynasty (1982) but I’ve never been a great fan of American T.V..
I’ve enjoyed crime dramas such as Van der Valk (1972), Shoestring (1979), Bergerac (1981), Inspector Wexford (1987), Midsomer Murders (1997), New Tricks (2003), Inspecter Morse (1987) and the spin-off Lewis (2006). I’ve watched Agatha Christie’s Poirot (1989) and Miss Marple (1984); anyone other than David Suchet and Joan Hickson in those roles just doesn’t seem right. I have also enjoyed programmes based on forensics, Waking the Dead (2000) and Silent Witness (1996) for example, although the latter has become too convoluted more recently. I also watch real life forensics programmes.
I’ve never really been a soap opera addict, although I watched Neighbours (1986) for a while when the children were small and Chris was a fan of Emmerdale (1989 – previously Emmerdale Farm), so that was a regular for some years before it was abandoned.
I started watching reality TV with Big Brother (1997), following the first few series of that, later defecting to Love Island (2015), which is so awful that it is compelling. In fact, the first reality programme that I watched was probably not Big Brother but The Family (1974). One of the cast later worked at the playgroup that I ran in Reading. I am a great fan of the Seven Up (1964) series, which has followed people of my own age every seven years since 1964. Also classified as reality TV is the Our Yorkshire Farm (2018) series featuring the Owen family, with their nine children. This too has had its spin-offs. I also like the Educating Essex (2011), Educating Yorkshire (2013) fly on the wall series following life in secondary schools. Traitors (2022), from various English speaking countries, is a recent must-watch.
Some programmes mark the seasons, World’s Strongest Man (1977) is a Christmas tradition. The New Year brings Dancing on Ice (2006) and Call the Midwife (2012). I watched several series of The Voice (2011), which also fills the after Christmas schedules but I abandoned this when it became repetitive, with too much focus on rap. Strictly Comes Dancing (2004) slots in in the period from September to December. There are the craft or skill-based competitions, all of which have to be ‘Great’ such as Great Pottery Throwdown (2015), Great British Bake Off (2010) Great British Sewing Bee (2013) and Interior Design Masters (2019) which morphed from The Great Interior Design Challenge (2014). These too have their place in the calendar.
I’ve enjoyed house buying and renovating programmes, such as Changing Rooms (1996), Location, Location, Location (2000), Ground Force (1997) and Garden Rescue (2016). Sunday afternoons in front of the Coles Manning wood burner were often accompanied by Four in a Bed (2010). I quite enjoy antiques programmes, notably Antiques Roadshow (1979) and Flog-it (2002). Quiz programmes such as Pointless (2009) too have had their turn in the spotlight. I am not a particularly avid watcher of comedy and prefer subtle satire to more obvious, slapstick-style humour. Although I do occasionally watch comedy, I don’t think there’s been a comedy series that I would be sad to miss since the days of Monty Python’s Flying Circus (1969). Equally, I am not a great watcher of sport, apart from athletics and Wimbledon, as well as any coverage of the Olympic Games and Commonwealth Games.
Music
I can’t sing, which is a great regret. As mentioned elsewhere, I played the recorder at school and had piano lessons for a year when I was seven, followed by taking my grade 1 exam in 2022. I’ve not really kept this up since and rarely play now. I love a ceilidh and usually attend one each year with Dan Britton, who wrote the music for my books, playing. Advancing age makes these more exhausting.
Listening to music initially meant vinal but by the time I was in my later teens, it was cassette tapes and then CDs. I’ve never really moved on to digital downloads. As a teenager, I would listen to music in the garden on my transistor radio, with its single ear piece and short-lived batteries. Almost all my current music listening takes place when am in a car. There were 78rpm records at home when I was small and I had 45rpm singles and EPs (extended play), as well as 33rpm albums which we listened to on a Dansette record player. Music on television came in the form of Juke Box Jury (1959), with its catch line ‘I’ll give it five’, reflecting the scoring system and Ready, Steady, Go (1963). These were superseded by Top of the Pops (1964). We all loved the dancers, Pan’s People and I was fascinated by the videos that occasionally accompanied songs, thinking for a short while that I’d like to make music videos as a career. There was also The Old Grey Whistle Test (1971), with whispering Bob Harris, which I very rarely watched but it was cool to say that you did.
I had children’s records such as Sparky’s Magic Piano. I think the first single I bought was The Seekers’ The Carnival is Over in 1965. My parents had an LP that contained a compilation of songs from Italy, France and Spain, whose title now eludes me, Holiday something maybe, It included the track Funiculi Funicula and I played it repeatedly as a small child. I’ve always preferred folk-style music, although it was obligatory to ‘like’ heavy metal when I was a teenager. Favourite bands and musicians over the years have included Carol King, James Taylor, Simon and Garfunkel, Leonard Cohen, The Spinners and Fisherman’s Friends. I made what would pass as a dementia play list but it has got a little out of hand! There is a heavy bias towards music of the 1960s and 1970s and what Chris refers to as ‘dirge’. In no particular order:-
Hallelujah Leonard Cohen (1984) – just an all-time favourite. I heard it playing on a car radio at sunset when I was at Orange in Australia, allegedly the flattest place on earth – spectacular.
The Guests Leonard Cohen (1979) – listened to repeatedly on the flight to New Zealand in 2009.
The Boxer Simon and Garfunkel (1969) – probably just tops it as my favourite Simon and Garfunkel song. I remember * singing along with the lie la lie parts from her push chair.
Sound of Silence Simon and Garfunkel (1966) – close run thing for the favourite Simon and Garfunkel track. I wrote an essay based on the lyrics when I was at High School.
Sound of Silence Disturbed (2015) – I probably prefer this version to the Simon and Garfunkel one and that takes some doing.
Where do you go to my Lovely Peter Sarstedt (1969) – I distinctly remember this playing full volume when I visited Alum Bay whilst on a day trip to the island in 1969.
Bright Eyes Art Garfunkel (1979) - John and I never had ‘our song’ but if we did this might have been it. It was played at his funeral.
The Times they are a Changin’ Bob Dylan (1964) – another artist where it is hard to be selective. I wanted this to be the title of my Remember Then memories book but obviously, it was copyrighted.
Blowin’ in the Wind Bob Dylan (1962) – probably this is number one of the Bob Dylan tracks
Mr Tambourine Man Bob Dylan (1965) – yes, this one makes it on the list too.
Sylvia’s Mother Dr Hook and the Medicine Show (1972)
House of the Rising Sun The Animals (1964)
You’ve got a Friend Carol King (1971)
You can Close your Eyes James Taylor (1971)
Barefoot on the Cobbles Dan Britton (2018) - Written especially to accompany my historical novel of the same name. Uncannily Dan had included events in the lyrics that were in the novel but he didn’t know it at the time. I cried when I heard it playing live for the first time at the end of 2017, before its official release.
Sins as Red as Scarlet Dan Britton (2020) – Written to accompany my second novel.
The Storm Dan Britton (2017) – Written to commemorate the Clovelly fishing fleet tragedy of 1838, which I was commissioned to research.
Eve of Destruction Barry McGuire (1965) – depressing maybe but as relevant now as it was when it was written. This is a song I came to more recently, rather than at the time.
San Francisco Scott Mackenzie (1967) - a feel good song that reminds me of summer.
Father and Son Cat Stevens (now known as Yusef) (1970) – for no particular reason, although it is one I’ve tried to play on the piano.
Play with Fire Rolling Stones (1965) – mainly because I remember it playing numerous times at a particular party when I was at college.
As Tears Go By Marianne Faithful (1964) – another sixties song that I came to much later.
Fairytale of New York Kirsty MacColl (1987) – the best Christmas song and one that I attempt to play on the piano.
Mr Bojangles Jerry Jeff Walker (1968) – mostly because I was serenaded with this when working at Berry Brow Hotel.
Steets of London Ralph McTell (1969) – a favourite at the time and heard live twice, thirty seven years apart, in 1974 and 2011 and I try to play it on the piano.
Whiter Shade of Pale Procol Harum (1967) – another track I’ve heard live.
Cousin Jack Fisherman’s Friends (2013) – I’ve tried hard to be selective with Fisherman’s Friends tracks. I like this one because it is about emigration from Cornwall.
Sloop John B Beach Boys (1966) – one that was a favourite of Mark Lee, the girls’ primary school headmaster, so one they played on the recorder and guitar. Also sung by Fisherman’s Friends so a sneaky way of getting in another of their tracks.
Keep Hauling Fisherman’s Friends (2019) – up there as one of their best tracks.
Cornwall my Home Fisherman’s Friends (2022) – now this is the best track, very emotional for someone with Cornish heritage, even if I don’t live there.
The Leaving Shanty Fisherman’s Friends (2022) – aka the funeral song but very evocative.
Donald Where’s your Troosers? Andy Stweart (1993) – the Christmas song of the children’s childhood.
One More Step Along the World I go written by Sydney Carter (1971) – a hymn so no artist but sung at the end of every school year when the children were at Broadlea and played at John’s and mum’s funerals, as well as at *’s wedding.
Bind us Together written by Bob Gillman (1974) – another hymn, sung at Braund Society reunions this time.
The Carnival is Over The Seekers (1965) – it seemed to be continually on the radio and for some reason reminds me of Bridget. As mentioned above, it was probably the first single I bought.
As regards live music, I went to a Cliff Richard concert in 1969, which I have no memory of at all. Through the school, I attended some Saturday Arthur Davidson Concerts for Children and I particularly remember a performance of Peter and the Wolf. I also went to some other classical concerts at the Fairfield Halls in the 1960s. I heard various bands when I was a teenager and student, including Hawkwind, Genesis, Uriah Heap, Gordon Giltrap and Procol Harum. I went to several Pink Floyd concerts, mainly because my then boyfriend was a fan. The first of these, in February 1972 was at the Rainbow Theatre and seats in the stalls cost £1.50. They were, at the time, the loudest band on tour and we went to see them at Wembley Stadium, which was be the coldest, most uncomfortable venue imaginable. I disgraced myself by falling asleep!
I also went to hear Christian music from the likes of Graham Kendrick and Randy Stonehill at the Sack and Hessian Warehouse in Purley. When I was at college in 1975, I saw an American group called The Forerunners, who were part of a movement called Campus Campaign for Christ. In 1971, I, along with 10,000 others, allegedly saw Elton John, Fairport Convention, Tir Na Nog and Rory Gallagher at Crystal Palace but I am not convinced that I stayed to hear all these bands. I was very indignant when my mum wouldn’t let me go to the Isle of Wight festival when I was fourteen.
Between 1981 and 1991, we went to four concerts by the Spinners. More recently, I‘ve heard Freeborn John, Maddy Prior, Ralph McTell in 1974 and again in 2011 and Seth Lakeman. I think it was on the way to the 1974 Ralph McTell concert that I witnessed a road traffic accident on my way to the bus stop. I had to give evidence in the coroner’s court.
Since 2011, I’ve seen Fisherman’s Friends several times each year, except during Covid and when concerts were suspended after a band member and roadie were killed. The first time we went to one of their concerts was in May 2011 at the Minack Theatre and this is always an iconic venue in which to see them. We also attended their last advertised free concert on the Platt at Port Isaac in 2019, with over 2000 there. Since then any Platt performances are not advertised.

Fisherman’s Friends at the Minack 2012
Plays and Films
Live theatre as a child included the annual Ashcroft Theatre pantomimes that I have already mentioned. I think the first live show that I was taken to was the now politically incorrect Black and White Minstrel Show, which I saw in May 1962, when tickets for the upper circle were six shillings. I have vague recollections that my dad was somehow involved in this production. Like the television programme of the same name, it was hosted by Leslie Crowther who was familiar from Crackerjack and I was a particular fan. Dad got me a signed photograph of both Leslie Crowther and Eamonn Andrews. I also saw Ballet Rambert in 1964 and we went to Holiday on Ice, I think more than once. Other childhood theatre visits included, in 1965, seeing Treasure Island at The New Theatre in Bromley and Charlie Girl, with Derek Nimmo and Joe Brown at the Adelphi Theatre the following year. I went to Billy Smart’s Circus a couple of times. It used to visit Clapham Common each year, which was near my paternal grandparents’ home. The memorable trip to King Lear when I was in the sixth form is referred to elsewhere.
In the 1970s, I saw several performances of Godspell, the first on 10 November 1972 at Wyndam’s Theatre. When I worked at Temperatures, we went on a works outing to Evita with Elaine Paige. When * lived in Bideford we saw several Agatha Christie plays in Barnstaple. I’ve also seen River Dance twice. Recently, we saw Andre Rieu and Strictly Come Dancing the Professionals on arena tours but decided that the huge crowds and views from a great distance, so that you are watching on a screen rather than the live action, are really not for us.
I think the first film that I saw in the cinema was Fantasia (1940) in 1967. I didn’t go to Saturday morning cinema but I do remember seeing several Elvis Presley films, as well as watching films on the back of the larder door that my dad had brought home. Apart from Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954), other memorable films were Whistle Down the Wind (1961) with Hayley Mills, Paint your Wagon (1969) and then, later, Easy Rider (1969), the first X rated film that I saw, going with my mum in 1971. From then until I went to college in 1974, I went to the cinema most weeks. Films that stick in the mind include, Soldier Blue (1970), The Go-Between (1971), The Graduate (1967), American Graffiti (1973), Women in Love (1969) and One-Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975). Cinema-going virtually stopped once I was married. I did see Lion King (1994) with the girls. In the twenty-first century, I’ve seen very little at the cinema, apart from the two Fisherman’s Friends (2019 & 2022) films. I also rarely watch films on television apart from the regular Christmas offerings such as The Snowman (1982) and The Snowman and the Snowdog (2012).
Sport
I have never been sporty, although I did attend a Dancercise class at Aston Clinton and went to Zumba for eighteen months from 2012, when living in Buckland Brewer. I’ve always quite enjoyed swimming but apart from when Chris had his chalet and I used the pool at Bidford Bay, I’ve rarely swum as an adult.
I’ve watched Wimbledon since babyhood and enjoy athletics. I’ve never been to Wimbledon live but did see some professional tennis in the 1960s. We went to what was then the Wightman Cup, with Britain playing the US, which was held at Wimbledon and saw Peaches Bartkowicz, who wore strange socks, with just a pompom visible over her plimsolls and Mary Ann Eisel, with an idiosyncratic serve that I tried to copy. We also watched the Dewar Cup, the Rothman’s International Tournament and the Davis Cup, which was held at Wimbledon. The Davis Cup of August 1968 featured Virginia Wade, Arthur Ashe, John Newcombe, Tony Roche, Ann Jones, Christine Truman and Cliff Drysdale (my favourite) playing with Roger Taylor. I have only ever seen one professional football match, in 1969, when Liverpool, with Emlyn Hughes, beat Crystal Palace 3-1. It wasn’t an enjoyable experience, everyone stood in those days and I couldn’t tell when goals had been scored. Other professional sport that I saw, in 1969, included a netball tournament at Wembley Stadium, with England playing the Commonwealth.
I was able to go to the 2012 London Olympics, to see both athletics and dressage. We managed to get several paralympic sessions, both athletics and equestrian, before they became popular and this was a very special experience. Seeing David Weir win the 5000m wheelchair race by 0.25 of a second and being part of the crowd atmosphere was something very special. I also went to the Commonwealth Games in Glasgow in 2014 and in Birmingham in 2022, as well as the World Athletics tournament in London in 2017.


The Olympics and Paralympics 2012
Craft Activities
I’ve always enjoyed various art and craft activities but they have not been a predominant hobby. I was certainly knitting and less often, sewing, until at least the late 1980s. For several years, I scrapbooked my photograph albums. I’ve enjoyed various craft workshops including making ghost ships, felting, fused glass and willow weaving. The willow chairs, which we made at the Weald and Downland Museum at Chichester, led to a huge step count, as we walked round and round the chair. They were a challenge to get in the car afterwards and sadly had to be left behind at Coles Manning. I learned to spin when I was working at 1646 and then went to classes when I got my own wheel. These stopped during Covid and this is something I would really like to get back to.


Fused Glass and Willow Weaving Chairs 2022
Collecting
Following in the footsteps of my maternal grandfather and mother, I was an avid stamp collector until about 1990, when other things took over. I collected the cards that came with packets of tea as a child and I also have a collection of postcards relating to Bucks Mills and Clovelly.
Outdoor Activities
I am a fair weather outdoors person and have enjoyed walking since I was a guide. From 2004 until 2013, we walked the south-west coastal path in easy stages, starting at Minehead and completing each stage in the right order. We would normally leave the car at the end and bus back to the beginning, so that we were walking towards the car. Over the course of the ten years, we completed the Somerset coast, north Devon, the whole of Cornwall and got as far as Dartmouth. It took us 73 walking sessions to cover 477½ (don’t forget the half) miles. There was an hiatus after the grand-children were born, as we went to visit them instead. We did try to resume the walk in 2021 but by this time, we were a lot older and less fit. There were also fewer
approaching Kingswear, on a very hot day, due to me feeling like I was about to die, we reluctantly decided that we were not going to complete this challenge. I hate giving things up but given the state of my health, I made the sensible decision to call it quits. Now my walking has been reduced to gentle strolls.


Start of the South West Coastal Path 28 July 2004 and Nearing the end of our attempt at the South West Coastal Path 2013
I made two attempts to walk the coast of the Isle of Wight. The first was at Easter in 1980, when friends from college, accompanied us. We started at Totland and walking clockwise, got as far as Luccombe. It was just as I was about to leave the island, in 2006, that we had another attempt, this time succeeding, having to return to the island for holidays to finish it, which we accomplished in 2009. We also managed the north to south island walk from Cowes as far as Whitwell but never got round to the east to west route.
Favourite walks over the years have included Headon Warren near Totland. An early memory, from holidays in Colwell Bay, was walking over the heather strewn hills, although it was several years before I revisited and realised that this had been Headon Warren. Ninham Woods, particularly at bluebell time, was often one of the first walks of the season. In September 1982, we took the pram to Ninham and the wheel fell off. John managed to mend it by bending the teaspoon that we had with us to feed *. It was a tradition to walk up Culver Down to see the sunrise each year, usually at Easter, when it wasn’t too early. Now, my favourite walk is up to the top of Northam Burrows. I also enjoy walking round Stover Country Park.
Since my guiding days, I have liked to keep a note of wildflowers and birds seen on my walks. I was an RSPB member in the late 1970s and have taken part in the Big Garden Bird Watch each January since its inauguration in 1989. I took out life membership of the RSPB when my father-in-law died in 2006 and left me some money. Nature Reserves usually feature on my holiday itineraries. I can probably identify more birds than many people but can’t distinguish between various small brown jobs and am hopeless at recognising bird song. I love watching the birds in my garden and am sad that the variety of small birds at Coles Manning was something that I had to forfeit when I moved. This is partly compensated for by the birds on Northam Burrows. I also enjoy photography, particularly birds and flowers.
I like gardening but gardening needs to be your main hobby and it isn’t mine. Visiting gardens is always fun and I have recently become a life member of the Royal Horticultural Society.
Cultural Activities
I have always enjoyed visiting historic sites and was a member of the National Trust from 1974, if not before and joined English Heritage most years from the 1970s, before it was called English Heritage. I became a life member of both in 1993, using money collected for us by Lake Green Christian Mission after John died. I have never regretted this. As far as other tourist attractions are concerned, I particularly like living history museums and museums of rural life.
When I was first on the island, in the late 1970s, I took several leisure evening classes run by the Workers’ Education Authority. These included a conservation course and a course in Renaissance architecture.
Travel
I do enjoy travel, although this wasn’t something that I got the chance to do much of until the late 1990s. Favourite destinations involve countryside, heritage and out-of-the-way places. I don’t choose holidays that would involve sitting on a beach all day, nor am I interested in local cuisine. Cities are places that I try to avoid. I have been fortunate to visit most of the places that I wanted to. I did always want to go to Madagascar, possibly because of the childhood board game Zoo Quest but this is now too adventurous, so won’t happen. I particularly like islands of all kinds. In 2006, we started to aim to spend a few nights in each English county and we have ticked off many of them, as well as most of those in Scotland, Wales and Ireland.
This probably doesn’t really belong in travel but it doesn’t really fit anywhere else either. I quite enjoy driving round quite country roads in the daylight. Having learned to drive on the Isle of Wight and then lived in Buckland Brewer, I am fine with single track roads and plenty of reversing but am like a rabbit in the headlights on anything approaching a busy road. My first car was a brand new red metro in 1985 F654RDL. In 1993, I was bringing * back from a school disco, when I was a bit hesitant pulling out from a Y-shaped junction from Perowne Way on to the main road. The large BMW behind me, driven by the father of one of *’s classmates, pulled forward, presumably thinking I had plenty of time to pull out but I didn’t. The car was shunted across the road but was repairable. This car was followed by a second hand blue metro and then a purple Nissan micra. Once in Devon, I had a pale green, metallic, Ford Fiesta which met with an accident in 2015, when Chris was driving us back after I’d given a talk in Dorset. He skidded on some oil and ended up on the wrong side of the road in the path of an oncoming car. This time, the car was written off and I ended up in A & E at Yeovil hospital with seatbelt and whiplash injuries. My replacement car was a Chevrolet Matiz, the first car that I’ve really liked, beyond it being a vehicle to get me from a to b as economically and safely as possible. I drive so little now that having a car is a real extravagance and this will be my last car.
Religious Activities
I went to Sunday School at St. Mildred’s in Addiscombe when I was small. Having attended Christian camps at Croyde from 1969-1971, I chose to attend church at St. George’s, Shirley, a modern church that my guide company was associated with. Some of these services, once a month I think, were church parades. I remember the vicar charging up and down the aisles encouraging us to sing louder because we were praising God. In the early 1970s, when we were going round with some Catholic boys, I alternated between Catholic and Anglican services each week.
When the girls were young, we began attending United Beach Mission sessions in Sandown; the first being, I think, in 1990. This became a regular thing for the four weeks of the summer holidays that they ran and we would rarely miss a session. For several years, we shared a beach hut with the * family, which gave us somewhere to retreat to. The * and * were other regular attendees and some holidaymakers came back year after year and became friends. The Beach Mission volunteers were also often repeat attendees.
I attended church occasionally at Buckland Brewer, supporting both the Anglican and Methodist congregations to the extent that both thought I was ‘one of them’. The appeal was that I was part of a community and knew almost all the other worshippers. Now, I am a special occasions churchgoer. Iconic services include following the donkeys down the street after Palm Sunday Service in Clovelly and Easter Sunday sunrise service at on the cliffs at Hartland.

Easter Sunday Sunrise Service 17 April 2022
Miscellaneous
Apart from beach mission, the other regular summer activity of the 1990s was participating in various carnivals and regatta fancy dresses, often wining prizes. In 1993, when *’s school, Broadlea, had a circus theme, * did the whole procession on stilts. As the girls got older, floats became much more ‘professional’ and elaborate, which was a great shame as it prohibited families from taking part.
Once the girls joined Shanklin Brass Band, in 1995, weekends often involved travel to various band concerts and listening to them play. Regular family outings were to Blackgang Chine, which the family have been visiting since 1959[1] and annually, the Garlic Festival and Havenstreet Steam Fair. Carisbrooke Castle was another favourite destination, particularly if there was an event, such as jousting, on.
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Shanklin Town Brass Band
Once in Devon, popular events have included the mammoth charity bonfires in Torrington, that are held every five years or so. These usually have a theme and we’ve seen Torrington Castle (2010), Trumpton (2015) and The Mayflower (2021) burn down.

Torrington Bonfire 2010
There are also various events at the RHS gardens at Rosemoor, including the annual ‘Glow’ lights show.


Rosemoor Glow 2024 and 2025
I enjoy iconic folklore celebrations and have been to Padstow ’Obby Hoss Day several times as well as Helston Flora Day once. Not exactly folklore but we also saw a re-enactment of the Roses of Eyam street theatre commemorating the plague, when we happened to be visiting on practice day.

Padstow on 'Obby 'Oss Day
Each year, the local Isle of Wight college ran Women and Girls’ Days, with a choice of activities. I think I first became aware of them because I was asked to do a family history session. I went several times in the late 1990s and early 2000s, along with one or other of the girls, mostly concentrating on craft sessions. It was here that I was first introduced to scrapbooking.
I love playing board games and have done since I was a child, although the games that I played then, the likes of Monopoly, Cluedo, Buccaneer, Totopoly, Chartbuster and Go for Broke, now seem very unsophisticated. My current favourites are Quacks of Quedlinburg and Taverns of Tiefenthal. I also like quizzes, both the in person sort in teams and more general quizzes. I used to do Logic Problems in my twenties and thirties but now favour Suduko.
Family History
My enduring hobby that morphed into a profession, has been family history. My first real family trees were inspired by the four generation pedigree in my Baby Book and the rough, handwritten, minimal trees, scribbled on two single sheets of paper by my parents and then pinned together with a rusty pin. For someone who has no siblings, no first cousins and second cousins on only one of the four possible sides of the family, family history had an immediate appeal. I knew no one, apart from my own, very small, immediate family, with my surname, which made me eager to learn more.
There were also the fascinating family stories. My father’s family, the Braunds, were allegedly descended from pirates, washed ashore during the wreck of a Spanish Armada ship; despite this being reported in The Evening Standard, this is definitely not true. My mother was a Smith, her grandfather, or possibly great-grandfather was reputed to have been offered a half share in Smith’s Crisps for £50 and turned it down saying ‘it wouldn’t catch on’; possibly true this one. After twenty years of research I confirmed a connection with the founder of Smith’s Crisps, whether my great-grandfather was offered a share I will probably never know.
I am fortunate to have a wonderful album of photographs for my mother’s family and I revelled in sorting through these with my mother and great aunt, who became a surrogate grandmother after the death of my own grandmother. When I was seven, together we created a family tree, using these photographs, which we mounted on the back of large pieces of cardboard that advertised dog food on the reverse. It should, of course, have been Pedigree Chum but in fact, it was Winalot! From then on I was hooked. In 1978, I was drawing up a large family tree for the royal family, largely relying on Jean Plaidy books and by 1979, I was seriously researching, making my first ancestral visit to Cargreen in 1980. Family history has been part of my life ever since. I went to my first Braund Society reunion in 1983 and these have been an annual event since 1994.

Visting Poundstock Gildhouse During the Braund Reunion 2015
As well as paid work, much of my voluntary work has been related to family history. For me, it has always been about the stories rather than the pedigree; setting my ancestors in their local and national historical context has been the priority. In 2023, I set up the Granny’s Tales website to preserve some of these stories. After nearly five decades the enthusiasm is undiminished. Most of my friends have been those I have met because of a shared interest in family history.
Since 1987, I’ve attended various residential family history conferences, most organised by The Federation of Family History Societies or the Guild of One-name Studies, several of which I’ve organised myself. The most notable of these was the five day Cherry Stones conference on the Isle of Wight in 1995, of which there are more memories below. My first conference, in Eltham, was hosted by North West Kent Family History Society. Due to a problem with their venue, this was held in marquees, leading to the expression ‘North West Kent do it in a tent.’ Other memorable conferences include five days on a caravan site in Newquay in 1990. The 1996 conference at Roehampton, which had a World War 2 theme, saw us don period costume for the banquet. Streamers were passed along the street party style tables and one of our group added her bra to the streamer. Then there was the trip to, I believe, Crewe, when * was taking garlic up from the Isle of Wight for a family member. We soon spotted *’s room, as garlic was hanging out of the window, to prevent the smell pervading their sleeping quarters. Then there was what became known as the sex conference, which I think was the one held in Leicester during the foot and mouth outbreak, which caused travel detours. The organisers when picking a theme, realised that three words would attract attention, free, sex and chocolate and they managed to incorporate lectures on all three.
National family history shows have led to trips to London and Birmingham, with more regional shows elsewhere. A memorable trip to Olympia, in 2014, ended with the trolley on which we were transporting our books losing a wheel. Said wheel ended up on the train tracks and trains were delayed whilst it was retrieved. Retrieved but not, of course, any longer attached to the trolley. Chris approached some poor women on the train and asked if he could have one of the many hair clips adorning her hair. She looked a little alarmed but complied and we effected a temporary repair to the trolley. On another occasion we were due to be in seventeenth century costume and had to travel on the train from the caravan site at Crystal Palace to the venue. We debated going in costume but decided against it on the grounds that we would look stupid. We got on the train, only to find it was full of Alice in Wonderland cosplay folk. It may have been the same day that Chris put his back out and could barely move, meaning that he needed help removing his seventeenth century boots. For some reason we went together into the disabled toilet to do this, emerging sheepishly after a great deal of groaning had been going on. I have no idea why didn’t just do this in a public space.
[1] My parents may have visited earlier than this but 1959 was my first visit, with my parents and grandmother. As I’ve also visited with my grandchildren, that makes five generations of visitors in eight different decades.