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Seymour Hill

Next one is Loftus Seymour Hill. we are baffled a little with this one,  as the building in the center right which would be to the right of the Market place seems unfinished on the right hand Gable end. The angle of the shot is a little confusing but it must be looking at the Church area as the spire is visible. Seymour Hill is well established with trees growing and well established gardens. Paths from the gardens to road are well-worn and it is an old gravel road. The bay windows of the houses of Robinson Terrace are just visible on right. Come on you historians, fill in the rest.

Adam Cuthbert suggests “The building could be the former NatWest (previously National Provincial) Bank or the Golden Lion.”

Image courtesy of the Pem Holliday Collection, Derick Pearson and Joyce Dobson, also thanks to Adam Cuthbert for the update.

North Terrace

A fine archival quality sepia of North Terrace, taken from the Loftus end of the road.  Carefully posed, but notice the two “observers” in the garden of the first house with the bay window, also unless I am mistaken the gate on the left of the picture is still there!

Image courtesy of the Pem Holliday Collection, Olive Bennett and Joyce Dobson.

Loftus North Terrace

I love this postcard view, it is so clear as though it was taken yesterday, just one question how did she ride that bike in that skirt? Derick Pearson tells us: ” The original of this was in my Grandmother’s collection and was treasured by her as she, my mother and the rest of the family moved from a farm at Tranmire to no 27 North Terrace in 1929. Things were hard then and my grandfather worked in the pit as well as having a share in the old slaughter-house/abattoir round Dam End.”
Image and information courtesy of Derick Pearson (from a postcard produced by Rev. College Booth).

North Terrace

The footpath up from Wood Road, behind the Mining Museum, can be seen clearly in this photograph.  It leads up to Deepdale Farm and North Terrace; Downdinner Hill Farm is sheltered in the clump of trees behind the terrace.

Image courtesy of Julie Riddiough.