In the war years, all the vegetables were ready to eat at the same time.

We couldn't possibly eat them all at once and there were no such things as freezers.

My grandmother had to spend hours bottling vegetables and fruit in large glass Kilner jars for us to eat in the winter months.

Women used to go collecting gulls' eggs, which would be illegal today.

Children would rush out to scrape the precious load of manure from the milkman's cart into a bucket for the garden.

Now we have every food we could possibly wish for but we have to rely on pesticides. I often wonder what can really be called "The Good Years"?

-Lorraine Forbes, Belmore Road, Eastbourne