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We used to walk miles in those days, and when we were a bit older we'd take our bikes up to Ditchling Beacon, and cycle full pelt down it. It used to be the main Brighton to London road and was full of humps so horses could rest after a steep climb. The humps would stop the horses rolling backwards.

I feel sorry for kids nowadays, they think they're streetwise but they're not. Everything that I learnt about nature was from just going up the allotment and playing at the golf course. I take my grandchildren to the countryside and they're bored to tears and yet that was our playground. Vandalism was unheard of in those days. When we got hungry we scrumped an apple or some blackberries or strawberries to keep us going for the afternoon. But we never damaged anything - it was harmless fun."

Roy Whitehead's family were one of the first to move into Newick Road on the Moulsecoomb estate when it was built in 1928

"The wages were poor in those days and no one had a proper education, they were just ordinary working class people and they had ordinary working class mundane types of jobs like assembly hands. Allen West was one of the biggest employers in the area and when my dad came out of the army he got a job there and worked there all his life

He didn't have an allotment, but I had school pals whose dads had small holdings behind the old Moulsecoomb Place (Manor house) where we used to go and play with the goats and chickens. It was only a little old flint lane leading up to the allotments and smallholdings and when it rained all the water used to tear down it.

A lot of people had pig farms up there. In those days you used to save all your old potato peelings and cabbage leaves and things like that and once a week someone would come round the street and collect it all up in a truck. They'd take it to the pig farms who would boil it all up before feeding it to the pigs. It used to stink the place out _ you could smell it for miles and it really was a sickly smell that made you want to heave. You'd have to be unlucky to have an allotment next to one of the pig farmers!

It was difficult to get into Bate's farm because there were very high thick hedges and only a couple of places where you could bunk in. So all the children came up with a better scam. On a Saturday morning if you took a bucket to the farm you could pick all the windfalls and take it up to the wooden shed where they would charge you 2p a bucket. But of course we filled 2/3rds of the buckets up with good

   

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