The Hut

My grandmother, Ellen Jane St. John, owned a cottage/cabin/ex-WWI Army Hut, appropriately called The Hut on Westover Road and it was my job when first arriving from Southamton in her Standard 8 car to cut the grass. Being a large area, for my young size, it took half-a-day to complete the task. There was no electricity, the place being lit with paraffin lamps when night fell. Besides walking along the beach to see what destruction the latest storm had wrecked and washed up, I loved to catch lizards as they basked in the sun on the bank that ran along Westover Road. Another enjoyment was helping the milkman deliver his milk early in the morning on the horse-and-cart. Sadly all good things come to an end; we grow up, marry and move to a new country;and neat bungalows are now where grannie's hut used to reside.