Now That's What I Call Cirencester

If you were lucky enough to be in Cirencester during the nineteen-sixties, seventies, or eighties, time moved a little differently here. The buses were slower, the corner shops always seemed to smell faintly of newspapers and barley sugar, the Wilts & Glos Standard was your go-to for everything from council news to jumble sales and a trip to the outdoor pool felt like a holiday abroadThis light-hearted look back is a celebration of that slower, sweeter time. The market town of Cirencester has grown today but it still holds memories of those past decades, from the clatter of hooves at the Royal Agricultural College to the smell of fresh bread wafting from Topps’ bakery, the echoes of children playing in Abbey Grounds, the hum of chatter at the Corn Hall market, and the unmistakable jingle of the ice cream van making its rounds. This lovingly compiled scrapbook of memories, mischief, and moments that made Cirencester the heart of the Cotswolds will appeal to all those who know Cirencester.