The Lost Station

The Lost Station

When the Trains Came to Cranleigh As I wandered through Cranleigh the other morning, I found myself thinking about something that many newer residents might not realise. Our village once had its very own railway station. It is rather hard to imagine now as we stroll...
Charity within

Charity within

I stepped into the Barnardo’s shop on the High Street today and was greeted by the most bubbly and breezy lady behind the counter. The manager was smiling as she told me how wonderfully busy the shop had been this Sunday. Isn’t that lovely, she said. All helping the...
One Fish Tale …

One Fish Tale …

One fish, two fish. The Cranleigh fish shop. I paused outside the window today and watched the light catch the silver skins of the fish laid carefully on ice. Fresh fillets, prawns, salmon, all arranged with such care that you know the people inside take pride in what...
112 High Street

112 High Street

The Clock House – A Little Cranleigh Story As I wandered along Cranleigh High Street the other day, I found myself thinking about one of the little shops that quietly keeps the village ticking along — quite literally, as it once did. The building at 112 High Street,...
Celebrations Bakery

Celebrations Bakery

Celebrations Bakery As I stepped into the bakery today to collect my husband’s cake, the first thing that met me was the smell — warm bread, sweet sponge, that unmistakable comfort that only a proper bakery gives. And behind it all, laughter. Gentle, easy laughter...
The cranleigh Market

The cranleigh Market

In 1657, Oliver Cromwell granted Cranleigh the right to hold two annual fairs. Not big city markets. Not grand medieval trading halls. But proper village fairs, stalls, livestock, food, toys, entertainers… community gathering on the Common. Before the railway.Before...