Crampy’s

A Memory of Wickham Market.

I remember happy times at the Vine public house . It was renamed Crampy’s , due to Cecil Bowles ( the landlord ), being nicknamed Crampy. His little wife Marge used to work behind the bar also . We loved Marge . When Crampy was out of the way , she used to climb on a little stool and help herself to something alcohol of the shelf . She would put her finger to her mouth and say , Shush, don’t tell Father. I often wondered what she drank , and for whatever reason, he didn’t like her having it .