My home town. I was born here in 1956 and since the mid-70’s have taken photographs of events, buildings, parks and the surrounding countryside. I made a start on scanning images during the great lockdown and will gradually get them up on this web page as time permits. Consider the following a sampler!
Food shopping is not a chore when I am salivating over local cheeses, hams, pies and other goodies from the market deli.
Newton Abbot Festival of Transport was supposed to have been repeated but turned out to be a one-off. That’s a shame.
I love to see snow, but it is quite rare in this part of the world. We had ‘snow’ this morning but nothing compared to the big freeze of 1963, which is where my fear of ice came from…
Not everyone was looking forward to shopping in the new Asda. I was one of them.
These are just 10 of the 22 pubs in Newton Abbot at the time, one or two of which have changed beyond recognition.
It was July in sunny south Devon. Except that it was not sunny; it was grey and overcast, but that did not stop the festivities…
It is perhaps surprising how much demolition is required and how many road changes are needed just to build a supermarket. And did we really need it?
I have many memories of Newton Abbot bus station spread over some decades and, like many townspeople over a certain age I still regret its passing.