By Country Boy
My Father was known as the Romney Marsh Mushroom King for, each year, he would send up to London, one or more tonnes of mushrooms. Continue reading The Mushroom King
My Father was known as the Romney Marsh Mushroom King for, each year, he would send up to London, one or more tonnes of mushrooms. Continue reading The Mushroom King
Always out to earn a bob we had all the tools in our sheds. Eeling was an all year round job. During winter, along with our forays after rabbits, we would work all the likely-looking ditches, especially where there was a hole in the dyke’s bottom, for here would gather the fish to lay up in the mud for the cold weather. Continue reading The Eel Poachers