Bexley Village

A Memory of Bexleyheath.

I remember growing up here as a child and remembering what a friendly village it was.
My dad used to send us to the local butchers who knew us and we'd ask for roast beef for the family. He knew how many of us there were and used to give us a joint and put it on the books for my dad to pay later. We then used to go to the grocers next door who gave us the right veg for the roast on the books too. Then we used to pop in the sweet shop, get my dad's cigs and a couple of penny sweets xx
I loved growing up in the little village where everyone knew everyone. I will always have fond memories of this place.
I went to school at Bexley Tech for girls and the one where Mr Clutterbuck was the head.
When I got older I remember meeting my mates at the Clockl Tower at Bexley Heath on a Saturday and going to the Saturday morning flick in the High Street.