Mr Fairweather's tasty carrots
In 1941, when I was three years old, we lived in Bear Road, Brighton. I remember our very dear neighbour Mr Fairweather going down to the pub which was not quite at the bottom of the road and fetching his beer from the bottle and jug saloon.
My sister and I would wait for the coalman’s horse to stop outside our flat and we would collect fresh manure with our buckets and spades for which he gave us about one penny. Boy, did he grow the most tasty carrots!