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|Zane Skill, formerly of "The Hive" sent this memory:
"It was with great sadness that I heard the news on Monday evening of Mrs Betty Lund's death.
lived in Garsdale from 1975 to 1981 at The Hive. Betty lived in Roger
Pot, a farmhouse perched on Bough Fell that overlooked Garsdale village
with her husband and son. Betty was one of the most warm hearted and
caring folk in the village (and there were many). Even though I moved
away from Garsdale, every time I returned to to visit my parents, a
visit to see Betty was as mandatory as it was a pleasure. Betty had a
breathtaking knowledge of Garsdale and her tales of events past and
present were legendary.
I, and I am sure many others, will dearly miss Betty: she was a genuine caring soul."
From Steve Clough : email@example.com
I remember staying at West Hind Keld when it was
holiday cottage, it would have been 1965 I believe. What I remember
most (I was only 9 or 10 years old) was that there was no running water
(obtained from a stream in the yard) and no electricity (heat and light
by calor gas). I wonder if anyone else has any recollections of this.
Joan, who lives in Perth, Australia is the daughter of Amy Chapman who was employed as domestic servant by
If anyone has any information about either Amy or Thomas, or is related to either of them, she would be very interested to hear.
Richard Bell Pratt at Clough View until her marriage to
Thomas Bousfield of Hawes in 1915.
Amy was the neice of her employer's step-mother.
From Nikki Garnett
Mum grew up in Garsdale, her name was Almena Aldridge and our family
had lived there for generations – the Kayleys, the Wilkinsons
remember going to see my Great Auntie Alice and Great Uncle Wally at
House when I was little, they had a sweetshop at the front but all the
was stored on the beams in the living room, I used to sit for hours
wishing one of the boxes would fall into my lap. We then used
to go next
door to Pinfold Farm to see Uncle Tommy and Auntie Janet who sometimes
chicks or a lamb by the fire that they were hand rearing.
Lancaster, I couldn’t understand a word my Uncle Tommy said,
but it was always
a warm and welcoming place to go to. My Mum has lots of
stories, one that
sticks in my children’s head is of her and my Auntie Rose
deciding to go off
down the river in a tin bath. Unfortunately they
hadn’t thought that
there was a hole where the plug should go and as they got to the middle
started to sink. Their Uncle George had to jump in and rescue
the bath which I suppose was needed at bathtime). I have some
photos which I will scan and upload one day soon.
| Phil Willoughby (firstname.lastname@example.org) writes:
I used to live at Garsdale Foot Farm from 1990 to 1995.
My wife and I
opened what must have been one of the remotest
restaurants in the country
Our water supply came from a spring on the top of Baugh Fell
and I have fond memories of clearing frogs out of the outlet
midnight one Christmas Eve during a blizzard.
Looking at your site it
appears not much has changed and it
is still a remote and beautiful place.
I remember the electricity being brought up
(1960-61) and Calor Gas lighting in the 1950s. I also remember the
water supply for Garsdale School being drilled in the field behind the
school. We watched for weeks as they brought out layers of
different-coloured rock, then eventually a jet of water shot up to a
height of 30 feet and formed a lake behind the school. The water was
very pure except that it had hydrogen sulphide dissolved in it, so the
smell of rotten eggs put many people off drinking it. Some of
were quite happy to drink it cold from the tap, but the smell got worse
as it warmed up. Some people claimed that is cured rheumatism.
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||Hi my name is Moira (email@example.com)
My family used to come up from Ware in
Hertfordshire to Garsdale every Whitsun school holiday & for 2 weeks
in the summer holiday from 1976 til about 1981. We used to camp on a
farm ( think it may have been Hill Farm). It was owned by a lady from
Ireland who I knew as Mrs Wilson, I remember her being very keen on
horse racing and she also would take her bull for a walk! My sister
& I became quite good friends with her daughter Davinia, & her
friend Janet whose family had the garage with a campsite on the left
hand side of the road as you went towards Sedbergh; they used to have
another friend from the area called Debbie, but not sure where she was
located. I used to ride Davinia's horses Belle, Heather, Molly &
The field we camped in was a large one with a big
bank which had a hay barn at the top of it & it was across the road
from the farm house with the fells behind it & a river ran along the
bottom of the field. I have very fond memories of playing "sardines"
in the hay barn. We as a family also becme friends of the family who
were in what I think was Ayegill Farm, William & Mary Airey with
their daughters Liz & Joyce, Joyce had a beautiful piebald horse
called Flash; this family moved to Firbank in the 1980s. Would love to
know if anyone else remembers any of the above and if they could refresh
my memory of the farm names. Are they still there as working farms?
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