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Growing up in Coleshill  - By Des Williams

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Des WilliamsI was born in 1945 and lived in the Home Farm at Coleshill.   My father, Sidney Williams, was responsible for the livestock, whilst his unmarried sister and brothers took charge of other aspects of the farm.   Leslie was responsible for the agricultural side of the farm, whilst Harold and Bert looked after the garden and helped with the livestock and agriculture.   Albert had a garage at Highworth and Kitty was the housekeeper.   We all lived in the large farmhouse, my parents, sister and myself in one part with all my uncles and aunt in the other half.

We had a pedigree herd of Wessex Saddleback pigs, later to join with the Essex Saddleback to become the British Saddleback.   All pigs bred by my father had the prefix `Merrywood`.   We had the champion pig at the Royal Show three years in a row, and sold pigs to customers all over the world.

I spent my childhood in the village, and loved exploring the woods.   I remember Coleshill House, and sometimes crawled into a tunnel from the Park which led to the cellars under the house.   I also played in the various shelters in the woods which had been used for training purposes during the war.   I remember troops and equipment being dropped by parachute at nearby Arnhem Camp at Watchfield.

I clearly remember the day in 1952 when the house was burnt down.   I attended the High School in Swindon, and I travelled daily by bus from Highworth.   My father collected me from Highworth, and as we reached the top of Eastrop hill and looked towards Coleshill, there was a glow in the sky.   My father said, `Oh my God, Coleshill House is on fire`.   As soon as we arrived home, my father ran to the house, where he formed a chain with the farm workers to carry books from the library before molten lead began to drip through the ceiling and the local policeman ordered them to leave on safety grounds.   There were about 20 fire engines from numerous fire stations, but there was no proper water supply, and they tried to pump water in relays from the river.   It proved totally inadequate, and the house was completely destroyed.   It was rumoured that a worker had left a blow lamp alight during his tea break, and that this had set fire to the lead on the roof.   About three years after the fire, the land where the house had stood was made into a cricket pitch, but the club only lasted about five years.

The house originally belonged to the Pleydell-Bouverie family, and I remember meeting Miss Mollie and Miss Beano who were both excellent potters.   They moved to the Mill where they continued to make pots.   They either sold or left the land to the Cooks Trust, and it was then given to the National Trust.

Our thanks to Des for this story.