Hello   I found this site looking for information on Poulton Railway Station, and then sent the link to my mum, Evelyn McGeachy (Blundell) formerly of Hayfield Avenue. Mum still lives in the area, having moved to Hambleton from a 30 years exile in Hampshire.   In the late sixties and seventies we used to regularly travel up to see my Grandparents staying in the then two up and two down terrace with outside loo and washroom. Space was limited but with uncles sleeping behind sofas, in sheds and even greenhouses there was always a comfy bed, with blankets so think that you could hardly move, and a backroom so cold you wouldn't want to. The issue for me was the outside loo, not only was the seat freezing but lit by a small kelly lamp with a small window I was sure someone or something was looking in!   I would also lie in bed at the rear of the house and listen to the railway traffic during the night jump up to and wipe the condensation from the windows in the hope of catching a glimpse of a train. My earliest recollections of the station was catching a train to Chorley market and whilst waiting for our train a old tired looking steam engine came slowly past us on the up line freight loop, its dirty coal black colour matching that of the drivers face as he disappeared towards Blackpool and the history books.   Being a bit of a train spotter I used to spend many hours on the fence which ran behind a footpath just off the railway bridge   The first indication of activity on the down line was faint ringing of a bell in the signal box, then one of the signals would rise, I think it was the red one and then some time later the yellow "distant" signal, which would mean that a train was near. If I was lucky it would be one of the huge "deltic" type diesels, blue with bright yellow noses, engines roaring as they picked up speed heading out of the station. If I was unlucky it would be the drone of the two or three coach commuter traffic. After the excitement I would settle back down and wait for the next train, and this I would do for hours upon happy hours. The signal box has gone, so has the freight loop and the long platform is looking a little weed ridden, with respect to the platform this really is a very long platform given the size of the station and must have been built that long for a reason?   Getting a bus to Blackpool was an adventure, I recall the buses, double deckers with cream and green liveries and even the odd one in blue and cream, I thought at the time the blue bus was a special bus and always hoped we would ride on it.   Evenings were spent on the putting green, the distinct smell of the shed where you paid your sixpence and collected your putter and ball. We seemed to eat a lot of chips in those days, my personal favourite (and still is) was the pudding, chips and gravy, collected from the chippy on Lower Green down from the Queens.   The Queens was where my Granddad, Colin Blundell used to drink and play snooker, well he drank at a few pubs, dependant on whether he liked the company and if they had a snooker table, the Golden Ball was also one of his haunts and the Bull.   Stuart McGeachy Crewe   Good evening. Your website asks for some memories of Poulton le Fylde. As a young boy from Manchester my summer holidays in the 50's and 60's were initially spent in Blackpool in B&B's off Gynn Square. I worked on the donkeys to alleviate the boredom of every holiday in Blackpool! In the 1960's/1970's my parents bought a caravan which was sited on a site on Garstang Road. It was a dairy farm but several acres of the farm had been turned into a caravan site. The farm was owned by two brothers who were not very nice people although, again through boredom, on occasions I would help them heard cows ready for milking. One had a limp and had two doberman dogs. My elder brother and I would go off to Fleetwood fishing off one of the small pleasure fishing boats. I think it cost 15 shillings although I am unsure if that was each or for both of us! There was a fishmonger in Poulton village then and we used to note the price of his fish and sell it slightly cheaper on the caravan site! The loveliest memory I have of Poulton is the cinema! It was very small and family run. During the performance the ladies would bring tea round on trays and I'm sure we had biscuits! I think the refreshments were included in the price!!! My memories of Poulton are in the main happy ones although spending each holiday and every weekend in a caravan, particularly during the wet weather, became a little too much. I'm not sure if these are the kind of memories you are after but I do have many fond memories of 1960's/70's Poulton. Kind regards, martin_roddy@hotmail.com   Martin Roddy MBE Cheltenham Gloucestershire