Whatever happened to this delicious comestible?
When I first started work in Ashford, in 1965, and got to know a few locals, we would all meet up at 'The Swan' in Tufton Street (Mumofstig will know the place), and it was there I started to learn about how business was done...
There were a few others in estate agency, several in insurance, (The Royal, opposite), some from a travel agency (Swinards), and some gorgeous girls from the hairdressers down in Bank Street. We made so many friends, and some I can even talk to now; if I can find their contact details...
But the lunch was fabulous.
A half of bitter at eight pence (old money - 3.5p now), a pasty at a shilling (five pence now), and a Ploughman's at 1/6 (7.5 pence now)!
(You might gather that my landlady back then wasn't really up to much more than boiled sausages, and a solid egg on toast)! Bless...
My, how we lived then, but pity (praise) the poor Ploughman - a hunk of cheddar cheese, a small lump of butter and a roll with a bit of pickle! It was all we needed back then; none of this African apple, several kinds of slaw, too much bread, a paper flag of some description, maybe an egg (?), some sort of yellow sauce, limp lettuce, a slice of tomato and 'homemade pickle' ....
hmmmm...