WATCH THIS SPACE! The Scribe Returns For about a decade now I have abdicated my self-imposed ‘duties’ to produce a blog of past times and memorable residents- many now forgotten - of my hometown of Melton Mowbray in the East Midlands of Leicestershire. During this time I have continued to pursue my serious interest in discovering the history of my town and to increase my stock of informative stories and facts. The good folk at Google seem to have stored my existing efforts safely and completely during my absence in their ‘Blogspot’ website which I now intend to cull and refashion it to its current existence. I have become aware that several enquiries have continue to arrive from readers into the dormant site, most of which I hope to reply to and to apologise for my untidy or unanswered replies. At the age of 86 years and having only recently confirmed ed that I have been sharing my now long life with the inherited and frustrating cerebral disability of A...
Scrapings of Discontent Burton Road in quieter days - outside Craven Lodge circa 1930 (With thanks to the Francis Frith Collection) I presently reside in Burton Road, Melton Mowbray, sometimes referred to as ‘Burton Hill’, which is actually the area centred abutting Craven and Victoria Streets. After the establishment of Craven Lodge as the first residence to be built across the River Eye in Burton Road, dwellings of lesser proportions began to appear at the turn of the last century. But these were not much ‘lesser’ in cost or design, as many fine houses began to appear on both sides of that road to Oakham during those first two decades of the 20th century, most of which were taken up by wealthy or prestigious people, many of them incomers to the town. But like most newly developing neighbourhoods, a little acrimony mixed with petty jealousies occasionally bubbled to the surface, especially when matters of status needed to be settled. It was with some...