The veg man used to deliver to our road, all his veg in a hand cart that he pulled himself. The fish man came in a van. Mum used to follow the rag & bone man plus horse down the road with a shovel, picking up the horse manure for her roses. Yes, the pop man was a regular too, plus a dog meat man with great chunks of raw meat for canine consumption. Shopping every day for meat for the night's tea (no fridges then), and keeping butter on the tiled hearth in the front room to keep it cool. Fresh butter, chunks of it, no wrapping. The telegraph pole outside our house was a great substitute for cricket stumps. I walked to primary school every day, come hail or shine, and part of my route was through a disused quarry with steep water filled dips. Great in winter when they iced over. Ice on the inside of all the windows in winter, far too cold to have a wash, school clothes warming on a clothes horse in front of the all night fire. Ah what memories.
