Lived in Peasmarsh for a short while as an 11 year old in a beautiful cottage named Hollybank. My father used to take us into the woods to get sticks for the fire. I remeeber the primroses and bluebells and also the squirrels and little birds that opened our milk bottles every morning! I have happy memories of this pretty village and the friends I made there. Left there nearly 38 years ago and have longed to return.