Perry Wood

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A very fine pub

A very fine pub, that's if you can find it, in the middle of nowhere, deep inside Perry Wood. It's worth looking for. This used to be the Perry Wood winkle club in the 1960s and 1970s, where you would get your winkle out of your pocket before another club member did, the loser would have to get the drinks in first! No joke,  the landlord in the years I first went there was known as Mad John who collected sailors' hats which were displayed around the 2 bars. I sometimes sat in his garage repairing his daughter's motorcycle with the odd drink to keep me going!!
Contributed by nev bishop

A very fine pub

A very fine pub, that's if you can find it, in the middle of nowhere, deep inside Perry Wood. It's worth looking for. This used to be the Perry Wood winkle club in the 1960s and 1970s, where you would get your winkle out of your pocket before another club member did, the loser would have to get the drinks in first! No joke,  the landlord in the years I first went there was known as Mad John who collected sailors' hats which were displayed around the 2 bars. I sometimes sat in his garage repairing his daughter's motorcycle with the odd drink to keep me going!!
A memory of Perry Wood contributed by nev bishop

living with nanny

I remember well living with my nanny in Neames Forstell, she was Rose Beake, a formidable lady, but oh how I loved her. I remember going to Selling school, and if it rained or snowed being brought home in the police car by Sargeant Onions. I remember going to play "up round the ring", going to find uncle Harold and aunty Edie, oh so many memories. I was happiest staying with nanny, going to play in the garden of the Sondes Arms, feeding the chickens, except when the cockerel bit me, well I did poke my finger through the wire. I never wanted to go home, I loved it at nanny's, even when aunty Dot tried to make me try coffee, ...read more here
A memory of Selling contributed by pam tinsley

Picking fruit!

It was the summer of 2006 and it was the greatest summer for me, my life is not the same boring life. I want only one thing .... I want to return in England, one of the greatest countries in the world.
A memory of Selling contributed by Bozhana Spasova