My memory is of village life in the early 1970's, it isn't really an old memory but I imagine that to a lot of people the 1970's are ancient history, wrote Dil Currie.

My grandfather had a passion for vintage cars and we used to drive from Staines where I lived to Headley Down in a restored 1928 Humber. I remember travelling with the roof down, and as we got deeper into the country (as it was then!) the stars got brighter even though it had been dark leaving.

The roads in Headley Down at the time were unmade: just dirt tracks full of potholes and ash.

The next morning I would always rush to the henhouse to get eggs which my grandmother would cook in a pan on the solid fuel Aga range in the days when they were considered out of date.

Then we would bring Strider the dog for a run on Ludshott Common or to Waggonners Wells to see Summerden, the alleged spiritual home built by my ancestor for his gypsy bride at the end of the 18th century.

The highlight of the day would be the baker's van with fresh bread still warm, cream cakes with puff pastry and jam, and my favourite lardy cake oozing with lard.

In the evening we would play cards, play the piano or watch a crackly vhf black and white television before going to the four-poster bed and the land of nod.