Walt's Cafe - by popular demand
Walt Hall. Carol writes: "this one is a rare one where he hasn't got his braces fastened with a pin or his flat cap on. He was one of the happiest, easy going men I've ever known".
C. Brunt
C. Brunt
Grandad always kept the grounds spotless. He worked really hard and loved the garden and pond
C. Brunt
The pond
C. Brunt
The pond
C. Brunt
C. Brunt
Bird table and greenhouse
C. Brunt
Bruce - he was one of Granddads favourite dogs
Grandad Walt
C. Brunt
This is Lilly Hall (Walt's wife). Carol writes "My nan often played the piano in the huge hall at the back of the cafe, she was an expert".
My dad, Gordon French, at the cafe when he met my mum, Maureen Hall. My dad's family lived in Blyth at The Homestead and his aunts Olive had The White House cafe near the green.
C. Brunt
My mum Maureen Hall, married Gordon and became French. Mum helped at the cafe.
C. Brunt
Carol French (now Brunt) with Walt at the side of the cafe
C. Brunt
John French (Carol's brother) with Walt and the donkeys
C. Brunt
Grandad had lovely gardens by the bungalow at the cafe. My brother, cousins and I loved to play there.
C. Brunt
Christmas meant late night on New Years Eve, dancing with my nan Lilly Hall at the Memorial Hall in the village at Blyth
C. Brunt
A good number of visitors to OurNottinghamshire found Malcolm Marples' page on 'Walt's Cafe' stirred a lot of fond memories.
The café - officially called the Bridge Tearooms - was located at Blyth in the north of Nottinghamshire.
As a result of Malcolm's original article we were very pleased to be contacted by Walt's granddaughter, Carol Brunt (nee French) who mentioned that she had her own collection of photos of Walt and the café.
Carol has very kindly allowed these pictures to be posted on our website - and here they are!
We hope they stir even more happy memories, and if so, please leave a 'Comment' via the link at the bottom of the page.
For information on the Bridge Cafe in the war years, click HERE
Carol's original message to OurNottinghamshire:
"I'm Walt Hall's granddaughter and I have some very happy memories of busy times at the cafe, outside on the lawn with what seemed like hundreds of cyclists in the sunshine. My grandad loved everybody, he always had a smile, he lived for the cafe and the bikes.... He knew everything about bikes, my brother John and I always had a good one, and we could make a mean trolley to ride down the hill to the car park..... Fun times... Carol"