Childhood

I was born at Yew Tree Cottage Lower Eythorne, opposite the White Horse pub in 1945, and left the village when I was 21.
I remember the fresh fish van, the cricket pitch behind the pub in Upper Eythorne, steamrollers, bubbles in the tar during the summer, collecting car numbers, the number 88 bus to Dover, Sunday School, Elvington School when it was a long wooden building, cricket and football at the Colliery Welfare Ground, going for walks along the lane, collecting blackberries and wild strawberries, wandering around Ledger's farm, climbing trees along Shepherdswell Road, and many more.