Hop Picking
A Memory of Eridge Green.
I remember going hop picking when I was a child. My Grandmother's cottage, one of the cottages called Holly Cottages, ran into the hop garden at the end of the fosel, so we were very lucky as we could go up to my grandmother's for a drink or to use the washroom whenever we wanted. If it rained we would go up to her cottage and wait for the rain to stop before heading back down to the hop garden.
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