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A trolley bus in Church Road passes the end of Clarendon Street which might help date the day a cowboy rode into town
A trolley bus in Church Road passes the end of Clarendon Street which might help date the day a cowboy rode into town
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Not some far flung island but Port Creek alongside Eastern Road, Portsmouth, earlier this week. I counted more than 50 plastic bottles along with other man-made filth.

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Of course, it was an everyday occurrence on the mean streets of Portsmouth. A cowbody astride his horse trotting into view ready for a showdown with a trestle table, a glass of pop and neatly cut, crusts off, plates of sandwiches...

Anthony Ray grew up in Clarendon Street, Landport, and discovered all the pictures here today in his family’s archive.

But what he does not know is why the stetson-wearing chap with the chaps should mosey into his childhood road. Can any of you help.

Was he appearing in a show in the city and decided to drop in as part of a publicity stunt? Or perhaps he was a friend of one of the Clarendon Street residents who persuaded he and his mount to add some colour to the occasion?

Anthony, 67, of Wallington Road, Copnor, and I assume the street party was marking VE Day in 1945, simply because of the woman in uniform in one of the pictures below.

Please get in touch if you know the answer and can put names to any of the faces here.