'About once a year we went by bus to Highdown Hill, walked up Hangleton Lane, and past the chalk pit to the trees which mark the site of the Bronze Age settlement, where there were wonderful views of the sea. In the spring primroses grew in the woods bordering Pot Lane. We could only go a little way into the woods; the rest were fenced off with a 'Private' notice displayed.
Homeward, down the eastern side of the hill we stopped to look at the Miller's Tomb. I remember thinking he must have been a strange old man. Fancy making his own coffin and keeping it under his bed! The mill and his cottage were no longer there. Grandpa's sister, great Aunt Annie had lived in that cottage when her family was young where, so Dad said, the goats nibbled the thatch and the chickens flew indoors to roost on the stairway rail.'
What a lovely story! I bet great Aunt Annie was quite a character.
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