Pett Village Part 3 of 3

Here is the final part of my Pett Trilogy.

I may have to do another blog entry today as there was great excitement at the farm today.

At the far end of the village just before you go down into Pett Level, there is a bus turning area.

It may seem like a boring picture but it holds quite strong childhood memories for me.

From the age of about 2 Mum and Dad took us to the beach at Pett Level on the bus. This was before we had a car. We were dropped off here and then we walked down Chick Hill (gradient of 1/24) . Buses never went down this hill. It is very narrow and steep. 

When we came home we had to walk up the hill with all our bags, tired, after a day at the beach.

We would sit on the grassy bank (at the far end of this turning) to wait for the bus home. At the other end we had another long walk to get to our house.

From this area it is possible to see the sea and the houses close to the cliffs. Some of these are in danger of the subsidence after the wet winter.

Here is another little lane that I have never walked along. It is an area known as The Hundreds.

At the end is a view across the marshes towards the beach and Rye. It wasn`t clear enough for good photos.

After tea with Judith, we retraced our steps passing extensive badger excavations in the sandy soil, just by the side of the road.

 At the Recreation ground we cut across the playing fields, past the pavilion, soon to be replaced and along behind the church.

The farmer, on his tractor, reminded us that we were not sticking to the footpath. Whoops!

 The pavilion, scene of many stoolball teas and tournaments as well as prize-giving for the annual flower show, held every July.

The childrens` playground.

Looking back towards the Royal Oak.

We came out in the graveyard behind the church, where we met Chris tending Jimmy`s grave.

As we came back to the post office, we met Alan. (He dug our polytunnel trenches.)

He lives next to the post office.

He told us to call in and see the new puppies.

This is the new mother.

Here are the three puppies.

What a lovely way to end our afternoon walk, catching up on 

news with Mary and holding the tiny puppies.

Pett is a lovely village. I think I am a little biased as it holds many memories for me.