Markethill RUC station in WW2

Update 22/02/2007: The article was actually written by my aunt Fay!

I was just googling the BBC website this evening when I came across this article on Markethill RUC Station during WW2. The article mentions the following events that my Mum has always mentioned:

  • American GIs at Gosford.
  • German PoWs at Gosford – and also at Markethill RUC station.
  • Sounding the air raid siren at Markethill.

My grandfather William Thompson was the station sergeant during the War and my Mum remembers him sounding the air raid siren, and also visiting the PoWs and GIs at Gosford. She remembers that the GIs brought bananas, oranges and chocolate for the first time in many years.

Gosford Castle

My Mum has a good picture of Markethill RUC station before the Troubles made external alterations essential! I must get a scan of this…

Other links of interest:

Peat Spade Inn, Longstock

We met up with the extended family (all twelve of us) for a leisurely Sunday lunch at the Peat Spade Inn in the beautiful Hampshire village of Longstock, tucked in among a ribbon of thatched cottages along a narrow road.

Nice simple lunch menu:

Lentil & bacon soup
Salt cod puree, poached egg, hollandaise sauce, on toasted brioche
Waldorf salad

Roast pork, apple sauce
Haddock and chips
Glamorgan sausages

Bakewell tart, clotted cream
Chocolate tart
Spotted dick

Back in time to watch the second half of the rugby!

Yew Tree Inn, Highclere

Gav had originally planned for us to surprise Lisa at the Greyhound at Stockbridge, to celebrate her 40th. Unfortunately the restaurant called Gav just after 7pm to tell him that they had a problem with the gas supply, and were unable to open that night. We were within 200m of the restaurant at the time!

So Gav called the Yew Tree, a Marco Pierre White pub and restaurant at Highclere near Newbury, who were able to give us a table for later that evening.

The restaurant is in a whitewashed half-timbered building, with low beamed ceilings, white table linen and an original art deco mirrored room divider. The service was excellent, friendly and welcoming with good advice on wine and food. Although England has still to implement a smoking ban and people were smoking in other parts of the pub, it wasn’t too bad.

So, to the food. From a very large menu, we had:

Smoked salmon on rye bread, horseradish sauce
Chou farci (stuffed cabbage), tomato coulis
Croustade quails eggs Maintenon, sauce hollandaise

Half lobster, herbs, bernaise sauce
Lamb confit, creamed haricot beans
Roast partridge, chestnuts, sprouts, bacon, crumbs, gravy
10oz ribeye steak, escargots, garlic butter

Rice pudding, red fruit compote
Harvey’s lemon tart
Creme brulee

All washed down with a nice sauvignon blanc and an Argentinian malbec.

Family visits

OK, I realise I have not blogged for a little while, so here are a few pictures of the nieces and nephews from our recent trips to Andover and Ireland.

Andover

Running around The Vyne…
Pinchbeck Family Group

Ballymoney

“If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands…”
Bally B and Charlotte

“Sisters, sisters…”
Charlotte and Katherine

More on Flickr for the family!

My father’s garden

My father, John Adams, was a wonderful gardener, but sadly died 9 years ago at the age of 64. On his last day he spent over eight hours in his garden. Not a bad way to go.

The garden has been kept tidy since then but has not had the same effort, love and care lavished on it. Nature is trying to take over again.

For example, this Belfast sink was planted by Dad with a series of perennials and annuals. Now the perennials have taken over and have reverted to type.

overgrown Belfast sink

His shed is still in the same condition as he left it. My garage (i.e. large garden shed) looks much the same, maybe it’s genetic!

My father's shed

I often wish he was still around to share gardening tips and stories.

More pictures are in my Neglected Garden set on Flickr.