Memories of Roses and an Austin 7
In the late 1940s my parents would visit Mr King of Brickendon near Hertford. He had a lovely garden with masses of roses. His cottage and garden were a delight whenever we passed.
Many times he would walk us round his well tended garden and point out the hole in the hedge where he could look at his wife’s grave in the churchyard nextdoor.
I remember one day he showed me his little garage with his Austin 7 inside. When the doors were opened it was boobytrapped with tins to fall down.
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