IT might seem like only yesterday, but it was in the Eighties and Nineties that the urban part of the borough underwent drastic change with the construction of the long-awaited second river crossing – the Breydon Bridge – and the bypass over it, then linking with the new Gorleston inner relief road. Although that is comparatively recent history, sometimes it is difficult to recall the configuration of our roads before their arrival, largely following the route of defunct railways.
THERE was time when I was an avid picture-goer. As a child in the war, when my father was at sea mine-sweeping, my mother met me from the Stradbroke Road School in Gorleston and took me to the Coliseum every Monday and Thursday, the days the programmes changed completely.
IN my constant quest for accuracy, I consulted my dictionary for the precise meaning of “red-letter day” to ensure that my belief was correct. “A noteworthy or memorable day,” it said, its origins being the practice of highlighting a festival in red on a calendar.
IT was in the depth of winter in an era when cars were few and far between, way beyond the means of the ordinary working man. Nonetheless, sightseers from far and wide managed to make their way to Gorleston beach to look at a steamer that had run ashore.