Blacksmiths Forge On Kingston Road, Ewell

A Memory of Ewell.

Further to Pat Dickinson's memories....... I remember it vividly,especially the roaring fire and clanging iron -,the way the huge (to me) horses stood so still. We used to stop on our way home from school. There was always a knot of kids hanging in the doorway,staring fascinated. It was opposite the Hogsmill river. There was a little dirt path that led alongside a brick cottage, to the forge. On the right, was a wooden fence with a painted sign that said 'Private, only to Earnest Cottages', which were further up the path on the left, past the forge.....a row of about five or six small cottages. Presumably they backed onto the 'eight bells'. I went to 'West Street' school, and we lived round the corner on Beggars Hill. I was six or seven at the time,and remember so much more!