The Dairy.
A Memory of Hastings.
I was born and grew up in 10 North Street and I remember this as the dairy at the end of the street.It was owned and run by a lovely old spinster and her deaf brother. My Mum and Nan were friends with her ( I can't remember her name ),and I have fond memories of her giving me a bottle of orange juice often when I was playing out.
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