Crowborough Exile

A Memory of Crowborough.

This certainly brings back some memories.

I can remember my father plus a number of other people going to the Clock House Dairy in the High Street, to collect the milk, during the bad winter of 1963 when the snow prevented the milkman from delivering it.

I would love to hear from anyone with whom I have subsequently lost touch,

Evelyn Nicholson, nee Constable.