Living In Ditchling

A Memory of Ditchling.

I wa Born at Greenhedges Westmeston in 1947, and spent all of my wonderfull childhood in Ditchling , I do however remember the dreadfull headmistress of the local St Margrets primary school with horror, she made both my and my elder sister Jeans life hell ,it would seem that as our Father had been an officer in the army , that we had no place at her school, and we both paid dearly for it ,One of my most vivid memories is of wallking back home from school along Lewes Road in The summer are seeing Celandines growing along the boarder by the road , when ever I see one now it takes be back to those days, going to the beacon , via Nye Lane past the stables owned by Jenny and Kirsty Allan's Parents, sadly my mother and Father died far to young, but they are remembered by my Sister and I by a seat on the village green, Since then have lost contact with the village, only to say how saddened I am by the fact that it is inhabited only by the rich , and from what I have seen of it heartless, just look at my old school a museum to what I do Not know run by those who have little knowledge of this wonderfull village

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