35/36 Trumpington Street
35 Trumpington Street
History of 35 Trumpington Street
Little Rose Inn & Hardwick robemaker, 1890 (Cambridgeshire Collection)
Grace Hardwick, son, 32, housekeeper, stationer, b Cambridge
Gilbert Hardwick, daughter, 30, b Cambridge
Bertha Seeley, 17, servant, b Linton
Matthew Albert Bayfield, 48, C of E clergyman, b Warwicks
Helen Campbell Bayfield, 39, b Warwick
Cyrille Helen Dorothy Bayfield, 12, b Warwicks
Cyril A G Hoare, 24, boarder, barber, b London
In 2020 Susan Gaisford wrote:
I lived at 35 Trumpington Street from 1943 to 1958. The landlady was Winifred Bond and she ran this Peterhouse residence which housed 7 students; my grandfather, Harry Bond, ran the Little Rose public house next door and was jokingly purported to be the rudest landlord in Cambridge!! Actually he was very kind and fair. I felt as though the whole of Cambridge was my playground.
I would creep round to the stables, which at that time was run by Captain Harris – a formidable character, of whom I was frightened. He obviously knew me, and saw me from his office next door to the tack room, creeping up the yard to see the horses, but he never stopped me. Sometimes, I would climb a drainpipe, which would take me onto a wall from which I could jump into his manure pit, and gain access that way, so that he wouldn’t see me. Looking back, I think he didn’t miss a trick.
There was a loft room in the yard which was fascinating to ‘explorers’, but I was told I couldn’t go up there because there were bugs. One day, I took Captain Harris’ granddaughter, Sandra, up there and we had a fun afternoon playing – we were about 5 or 6 at the time. Shortly after that, Sandra died and I was told that she had a bug in her lungs. I was so ashamed, and had to keep my secret that I had killed her.
When the circus came to town, the tiny donkeys were stabled there, and I love them to bits.
Mrs M Clements
1999 – 2000:
In 2023 NP wrote to us:
I lived here between 1999 and 2000 when I was a student at Peterhouse. The house had a mix of undergraduates and graduates with a separate flat at the back for a Fellow of the college, accessed through an inner door on the ground floor. It had an enormous bathroom on the first floor, which was known as the Ballroom Bathroom or the Dinner and Dance given how much space it had. My room was on the ground floor, to the left of the front door as one looks at the house. It hadn’t been refurbished for some time so the rooms all had ancient gas fires which I was terrified of using, so I had a very cold winter (not helped by the sash windows not fitting brilliantly). And it had a mix of old dark wood furniture that gave it the air of a room from the 1950s. Early in the morning I’d get woken up by the vibrations from lorries heading up Trumpington Street into central Cambridge. But it was still an amazing house to live in. At the age of 19 I took it entirely for granted that the first thing I saw on waking up everyday was the Fitzwilliam Museum!