Remember the chip shop van?
I have wonderful memories of living in Hangleton. I remember the green chip shop van that came round once a week; the long hot summer of 1976; the green playing fields of West Blatchington Infants and Junior Schools and being chased off by Mr Pooke on his moped. What about the lovely path up to The Downs before the bypass cut through it? I recall the old air raid siren tucked away just off Harmsworth Crescent; Bingo Thursday evenings at St Helen’s Hall, after watching Top of the Pops on the TV. I remember the burning of the fields in summer evenings; the combine harvesters, the old tree outside St Helen’s Church, Parky, the old barn fire.
Very special place in my heart
There was the greengrocer van but I cannot remember the man’s name; and of course, the rag and bone man. I have memories of riding on a book on a skate, down the hill from the end of Chichester Close down to the Downsman Pub car park. Do you remember the new number 8 green bus, Mr Kilner the “no such fare” number 5 bus conductor who lived up my road Chichester Close. One of my favorite memories is of the fantastic views of The Downs looking north, and the sea looking south from my back garden. Hangleton has a very special place in my heart.