
A Village Childhood in Quintrell Downs by Ruth Tremayne Harry
Surfboards and sunsetsAnd pasties for lunchWith mackerel and ice creamAnd flowers by the bunch The hedges were highAnd morals to matchRoosters and chickensWith eggs that would hatch There were horses and rabbitsAnd sermons galoreWith milkmen and grocersBringing food to your door The steam train arrivedAs my alarm every dayThen the bread man drove upSaffron buns […]