During my young childhood, mum used to walk with my pram and two siblings from Mile Oak down to Shoreham harbour. Apparently she felt the air there was good for us. I have vague memories of my father being the Bosun on a ship in the port, we were on board for the afternoon, the Lesterbrook, I have photos. I can remember as a young teen walking down to a coffee bar, near the port, called the Anchor. Not the sort of place my mum would have agreed upon, but what she did not know, I got away with. Peter was the owner, and my friend Beryl Rothwell and I would jive to the juke box. Those were the days.

Hey Bonny, I would love to here from you! I remember those days so well, just like yesterday!