- London invaders of the Kent hop-fields arriving in force at Marden station.
This picture brings back some memories. We lived about 15 minutes from this location after moving out of London (1968). On a nice day the wife and I and the two children would go for long walks along this path, it’s nice to look at the picture and know where every path takes you. You can just see the trees and the woods in the background where we would collect Horse Chest Nuts and roast them when we got home. Also, in the wood was the hoppers dumping ground, nothing nasty, old pots, jam jars, old clocks, oil lamps and crockery and even old records, things like that. When we first came across this hopping had finished on this farm years before and to me it was like coming across a treasure chest of memories. The wife and children would collect the Chestnuts and I would dig around in the dump, yes, the wife did call me Steptoe, I still have some of the things I found.
Another tradition that I remember is when a coach (charabanc) arrived at the Hop-field's the Ladies would be expected to pay the traditional “foot-shoes’ or dues. In exchange they could step in, or have their shoes rubbed with hops before entering the fields, they would then be invited to that evening’s celebration.
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