Throughout the Barton Le Clay area, we can offer a great car leasing service, we have found that the type of car required is as varied as the area, so whether it is a SUV, Saloon or a nifty run around we can help you. Not forgetting our van drivers, we can find the one that suits your daily personal or business needs.
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Barton-le-Clay is a large and lively village in Bedfordshire. It is not far from Luton and is a short while north of London. It is interesting to note that it only being a village it still has space for two schools, a library, a dental surgery, GP surgery, a 19th century restored church, two drama societies, Scouting and Guide groups and Barton Rovers F.C.
Making an appearance in the Domesday book in 1066, it is listed as having been worth £10. This at the time was the annual wage of a very wealthy man. It came under the jurisdiction of St Benedict’s Church and in the Domesday book it lists the type of land, the number of villagers, hides and ploughs of Barton in the Clay (as it was then named).
In the village there is a memorial dedicated to the two World Wars. There are a number of names of native Barton-le-Clay men and the names can be found on the website of the Roll of Honour. On this website they give names and any reports on the men. A Thomas Saunders of Barton-le-Clay who was killed in action Friday 28th September 1917, aged 23, gave this account of life in North Africa.
"I'm wearing my cap with a bullet hole in it now, and hope to bring it home with me, and hope to keep it in remembrance of a Turkish sniper who was not a bad shot. I felt the bullet go across the top of my "napper." It was an explosive one too, and hit the wire on the back of my cap, but did not as much hurt a hair of my head, only gave me a bit of a headache. I was between the British and Turkish firing lines with a small party when it happened. There were poor fellows laying dead here and there – somebody’s sons, even if they were Turks, as I know by the dress one or two were".