The Dreaded Climb Up The Hill

A Memory of Folkestone.

When I was a lad, my mum would take me shopping in Folkestone's town centre. Probably to Sainsbury's in Sandgate Road, Timothy Whites, etc.
Being that we lived Wood Avenue area, we would walk down Dover Road & into Tram Road, eventually arriving at what is now the car park at the bottom of Tram Road.
We'd spend time watching some guy selling stuff from the back of a lorry. That could be boring, to say the least; but worse was to come.
We then had to negotiate the climb up the Old High St. How I dreaded that long walk up that hill. Looking back, I don't suppose my mother relished it that much, either, just something that had to be done; unfortunate that I had to go as well.
Nothing very exciting, I'm afraid, just something that has always stuck in my mind.
Coming on a few years, to when I was a teenager, I remember the Acropolis, they were by the steps that led up to The Bayle. Also, El Torrero, or Mick's, down the bottom on the left, going down.