Throughfare

A Memory of Halesworth.

I used to love coming to Halesworth such quaint village ..we got off from the train and wait inside little out cove of weighing scales for shelter from the rain. wait for nan to come and collect us. nan and granddad [ Ingate ] living on a farm up the top of the hill. we used to go help in the holiday time.
old farm cottage smells of all pickled onions and chutneys and jams within larder. I wonder if any one knew them? does anyone remember greyhound public house who actually ran it