Word of mouth...

Moot House & “Chiron” sculpture

This morning I got the opportunity via a chance encounter to hear some word of mouth local history - so often the best way of learning about a subject. Ironically while I was taking photos for the blog, a chap kindly stopped to avoid walking across in front of me, and we got chatting when I thanked him and explained what I was doing (presumably not too many people take photos of Moot a house at The Stow as he was a little surprised to see what I was doing I think). 

The gentleman concerned moved to the town with his family in 1956, and has lived here ever since - so effectively he’s seen the New Town almost from the start. In that time he said he’s seen a lot of change, and not all of it good! 

I asked him about the common rooms and commented that I was curious about the variation in sizes. He agreed - while some were big enough that dances could be held in them, others like Blackbush Spring are tiny! He told me of the time when while working with his father in a wedding catering business they were booked to cater a reception in the Ladyshot Common Room - one of the few with an upstairs. This particular ‘upstairs’ had a sprung wooden floor which turned out to be surprisingly bouncy - while the rest of the food was being set up as the guests arrived, the floor bounced a little too much sending the wedding cake shooting off to one side all over the table! 

Those in the Mark Hall South area will be familiar with Latton Farm and its resident herd of cows. When my friend of this morning was a lad he worked for a while at the farm, with one of his responsibilities being taking the cows from their barn to the fields further along Latton Street, and occasionally slightly further afield, to the other side of what was then the A11 - now the rather busier A414. He recalled one particular occasion when several of the cows decided to “go rogue” and stroll away from the rest of the herd while part way across - 4 cars were delayed and had to wait while he rounded up the strays, he laughed “imagine what it would be like now - the police would be called and everything!”

Other snippets of history he recounted to me include the time somebody decided to build houses on Ash Tree field, ignoring the fact that it was part of the flood plain. They pressed on in spite of many locals telling them it was a poor idea right until the point where a bulldozer was driven into the field - and promptly sank! Also, the amusement when upon the decision being taken to build a play scheme in the Little Parndon neighbourhood where he grew up, it was decided that a local pond would have to be filled in because it was “too dangerous” to leave it there - he said that he had spent countless hours each summer with friends lying along the branch of a willow that overhung that pond - and nobody ever drowned!

A wonderful chance to hear some great stories about Harlow over the last 60 years!