Once A Month Trip

A Memory of Easthampstead.

The trip to the graves was a ritual, we caught the Easthamstead bus sometimes, other times we as kids walked to the Church from Bullbrook (New Road), ever fearfull of the asylum opposite, with strange noises, screaming and shouting coming from it,one of my foster sisters worked there as a nurse. Anyway, the trip was to attend to the Simmonds graves, the whole family had plots reserved from time immortal. We cut the grass (no mowers then) with shears, tiding up and placing flowers before the walk home, I can't imagine children walking that far today. Sometimes on the way home we would pick blackberries, so this made the trip more enjoyable.