Memories
of Quex by Alf Bedwell Alf Bedwell, one of our best-known local residents, has spent most of his life in and around Birchington. He was brought up in Acol and when he left school at fourteen, he was found work in a nursery in Acol. The following year he began working in the Quex nursery for Major Powell-Cotton. In future editions we shall be publishing some of Alf's many fascinating memories.
Later that year, Mr Graham
said I should
learn to drive as there was a small Morris van available. Of course,
once I got
going and was doing well, I was told to try the Lanchester so that I
could
serve as a part-time chauffeur to help Ted Milstead, who was the head
chauffeur
and drove the estate lorry. The day came when I put on my uniform and
was ready
to drive the Lanchester. Then I thought I really was somebody. I was
ordered to
take the car to the front door where the butler would give me my
instructions.
He told me I was to go to Rarnsgate and shut the door. So I drove off
only to
discover that I should have waited for Major Powell-Cotton to take him
to the
court in Rarnsgate. When Major Powell Cotton
and his wife returned from one of their trips, both Ted Milstead and I
were
sent to One day when Ted was on
holiday, I had to go to London to collect the animals from the
taxidermist.
This I did and on the way home I had to call at a nursery outside
Maidstone to
collect plants. There was a great big wild boar on the back of the
lorry,
covered with a sheet. I pulled into the nursery and out came a keen
member of
staff who climbed up the side of the lorry and lifted the tarpaulin. Of
course,
the first thing he saw was the head of the boar with these huge horns.
He was
so shocked, he lost his grip and crashed down on the ground. |