Mr Hill The Butcher

A Memory of Byfleet.

I also remember Mr. Hill as I used to catch the bus every Saturday morning from West Weybridge station, where I lived, to collect the Sunday joint (of meat!!) that my mother had previously ordered by telephone. Mr. Hill had a brother (who looked just like him) who took over when his brother went on holiday and, I believe, ran the shop when Mr. Hill died.