Visits With My Auntie Joan

A Memory of Bransgore.

I loved this charming village, I remember the 'fishmonger' and the 'greengrocer' bringing their wares from door to door with their 'horsedrawn' carts (yes, even in 1956). I used to walk her dog with auntie Joan to this very post office to mail letters and get 'bits and pieces". Auntie Joan always loved the small country places, she lived in many places like this because of her husband's work.
I had the privelage of visiting all her 'little hidaways' throughout England and Scotland.