Minnie Flint’s – I can remember that as a butcher’s shop. It had great big windows and they used to push them up, and there was the meat on a marble slab.  Mr Haward’ s fish shop was  next door. When I was about three, I used to go across and ask for ‘dish for dabbing’ instead of ‘fish for crabbing’.   For years afterwards whenever I went in for fish, he used to say to me, ‘Do you want some dish for dabbing?’
 Pauline Harwood nee Hatch 1930

Pinings Corner, High Street

I called Mr. Haward ‘Uncle Len’.   One of my cats used to go down the road every day at noon and sit on the wall opposite his shop and Len would give him a piece of fish. Len said he could set his watch on the cat’s arrival. Serena Dias de Deus nee Hunt b 1939