Reminiscences of old Witham residents, about the days when butchers had their own slaughterhouses, and stood a live bullock in the shop at Christmas, when local farmers came to town to shop in their horse-drawn four-wheelers, and when you could take hats home on approval to show your husband, whilst others survived on a ‘haporth of this and a pennorth of that’.
I optimistically referred to this booklet as No.1. Shops. But there weren’t any more, though I did continue with collecting reminiscences. Those can be found in this website, by clicking Interviews in the row of words at the top of each page.
Out of print.