My father was given a pair of boots - not new of course and the only one that they fitted was me. I wore them up the hop garden trying to wear them out. I had to mend them and had to wear then until my feet grew out of them.
I remember Cowan’s black chocolate covered toffee – you’d have to chew it for an hour!
We went hop picking in Kent to earn money for our winter clothes from the time we could walk.
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