When I went to live in Worthing in 1923 there were little goat carts on the sea front giving rides to children and the old people used to go out in big leather bath chairs which were pulled by men .  The old lady living opposite me went out every afternoon at three o'clock.

People bathed from bathing machines.  These were looked after by a fat old lady and taken down by a horse to the shallow water so that would-be bathers could get straight out of them into the water without having to walk on the pebbles.

The lifeboat was also taken by horse down to the sea.  The lifeboat station was near where the Cavendish Hotel now stands (the small look-out turret still exists) and the lifeboat had to be pulled over the stones to be launched by the pier.

We used to go horse riding on the Downs and when we went along the north side of Chanctonbury Ring the horses would shy and slip — there seemed to be an eerie atmosphere which always affected them in the same place.   It was very quiet up there.  No birds ever sang in the Ring.

For Sunday school outings we went in open-topped charabancs.  These had a hood at the back which could be pulled forward over us if it rained.  We did not go far - perhaps to the Downs by Long Furlong — but the drives and picnics were great occasions and we always played games after tea before returning home.  Some of the children were very poor and when I first taught in the Sunday School in 1923, the children for Surrey Street, ages six to eight, came with bare feet.

We often went driving into the country.  When going to Midhurst we had to pass through Cowdray Park which had gates.   A little girl who always wore a big white apron, lived in the Lodge and for a penny or twopence she would come out and open them to let us in.

Worthing was much smaller in those days — a population of 3,500 in 1923.  We used to walk from Tarring village across corn fields to Goring church — it was all open country.