'Simple bed, simple life, simple way.'
I can remember going to Robertsbridge hop-picking, slept in a tent with my father’s sister Polly.
I woke up early in the morning to get up and get ready to go to work, opened the door and there’s a cow, looking straight at me, about that far. You know, you had really fun times when you look back, and so I was only a child, but you still worked.
Lily reminisces about working during the summer holidays
Why a landed West Sussex offered their Governess
A poem by Chris Penfold
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