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himself and of course no one had freezers in those days, so we always had half a salted pig hanging up in the larder for ourselves and the neighbours. We also sold our pigs and stuff to Steyning market.

Only the other week I was talking to Denis McDavitt who owns Park Wall Farm at Falmer and he said the nearest market to Brighton now is Heathfield; Lewes has closed down, Steyning has closed - it's gone potty.

With all those chickens we had loads and loads of eggs which we sold. They were all free range, not like today. The goats' milk went to the isolation hospital in Bevendean where people had TB. The iron in the milk was good for them. I think we gave it to them free.

Because of food rationing everything in those days was valuable and we had some livestock stolen. One time some people took our pigs, drove them up to Hollingbury golf course and made a pig pen with all the rolls of barbed wire that surrounded the battery and searchlight up there, before they took them away.

We had chickens stolen too - I think dad and Harry Dynes had warning that something was going on so they stopped up there all night. Harry Dynes had a shot gun, and they spotted this chap nose'n around, challenged him, and he dashed across the railway line after Harry walloped him with the butt of the gun. A week later they saw him in the Ship or the Huss-ar Pub with his face swollen, so they followed him in my dad's van to a house in East Moulsecoomb, waited for him to go inside, and then they went round to the backgarden where the chickens were all crated up. They informed the police who asked how they could prove they were our chickens. My dad told them that if they allowed us to bring them back to the bottom of the hill of our smallholding he'd rattle a bucket at feeding time and see if they come up - which they did.

After the War we gave up the smallholding when they wanted the land for self-build housing. They were good days."

Roy and his mum and dad with their two goats, Snowwhite and Squib

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