History
Until the period between the wars, the Earls of Ancaster had owned all the farms and most of the cottages, except Church Farm, which belonged to the Conants. The estate was then split up and sold off, all properties being individually owned today. In those early days, the village was self-sufficient, having two butchers and one baker. In addition, Bates’ carrier journeyed from Barrowden each Friday to convey goods, but no passengers, to Stamford; cash would also be taken to the banks. Joe Kirby came from Barrowden each Saturday afternoon in a covered wagon selling haberdashery. The post came from Stamford by horse and cart, and subsequently by rail to Luffenham station, and whoever kept the village post office was obliged to take the letters round the village.
The last blacksmith was Mr Pepper from Barrowden who visited twice weekly until 1910. To the south of the smithy, in Back Lane in a shed, was a general grocers store.
In November 1904, as Edward Berridge of Ketton was delivering bread in South Luffenham, Charles Louth stole a loaf of bread to the value of 2½d, from the cart. He was committed at Sessions and received 14 days hard labour.
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