| The Yellow bus and the Blue bus fought it out all the way to Braintree |
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| THERE
were no buses to Braintree in our early years. When my sister and I attended
Braintree Grammar School, we were taken with others in a private hire
car. Two bus companies began to have a service from the villages to Braintree.
There were no bus stops and they stopped when they saw a waiting potential
customer. |
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The Hunt came
several years on Boxing Day and my father was delighted. I thought it
looked rather splendid and as foxes had killed several of our chickens
not just for
eating I was not overly concerned. Nobody questioned its morality anyway. |
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| could
only attack it one at a time. Our predecessors, the Rossiters, had built a tennis court at the bottom of the field. When we moved in after the year in the cottage plus the time of the Interregnum it was all overgrown and we did not know it existed. My father set about building on in the field next to the hedge which separated the field from the garden/small orchard. This involved moving a lot of soil to get a level surface. Mr Thorogood did most of this work. We erected a surround of 7ft. green slender iron posts to which was attached string netting. This became a great asset and we had school friends from Braintree to play and enjoy a strawberry tea etc. It also served as a croquet lawn. |
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