Granny Dove Recalls... Driving past Ingoldisthorpe with my step grandchildren in tow, the editor's heartfelt plea for something to put in the magazine came to mind. Bright idea, show the grandchildren my 'old haunts'. Does anyone else remember learning to ice skate on the village pond. Mr. Vawser tried to teach us, with a kitchen chair to hold on to. The bruises were horrendous. This in turn reminded me that, come rain, shine or knee deep snow one walked to school through the village and up the steep hill. My grandchildren would probably class this as child abuse, walking to the end of the drive for a bus causes them hardship!! Turning right, past the village hall where we learnt ballroom dancing, (wish the name of the tune we quick stepped to would come back). Being able to dance 'properly' really isn't much use nowadays but was it more fun to hold hands and dance close together? The kids didn't think so - Yuk that's old fashioned. Didn't we also have film shows in this hall? Turning left at the top of the hill following the back road to Snettisham - memories came flooding back of running along this road, (could this old lady really run, disbelief was rampant) Stopped the car and found the little stream running through the fields on the right, with water cress still growing. Really nothing had changed. Came down through Snettisham past the church, turned right for Heacham. We used to cycle from Ingoldsithorpe to Heacham in the evenings to play tennis (was tennis the attraction or the boyfriend). Also do I remember correctly that we pushed a barrel organ from Heacham to Ingoldisthorpe. This road seemed to be the same, apart from the tourist attraction at the Lavender Farm. Instead of using the bypass we went through the village, (by the way part of the shooting lodge boarding house was for sale in the Lynn News awhile ago). Tried to tell the now very bored grandkids about Pocahontas but they chose to believe Walt Disney more than me. Wandered down to Heacham Beach - it seems very built up. There have been several articles m the local paper about the 50’s floods - does anyone else remember them, if so they would make good reading in the news letter. Off to Hunstanton, look kids the Princess Theatre on the right, go starry eyed and tell about holding hands with my first boyfriend in the back row, the film was ‘Dumbo’. (The looks say “silly old fool she was never young enough to do that”). Just wish I'd had the grandkids 'sexy' dress instead of a gymslip and ankle socks. Down to the sea front and oh dear the Kit Kat Restaurant has gone - burnt down they say. The first school reunion was there and living in King's Lynn it was the place to be on a Sunday night. What did you think kids? Much to my surprise (or maybe not) they were envious of my schooldays. Sitting at the top of the cliffs licking our ice creams, we were mutually happy, step-grandma for the memories coming back and the kids because the promised trip to the funfair was looming up. Now kids did I tell you about the time we ……. Pat Dove  (Frost)