In the years just before the war, Sheila and her family went away each year on what was known as a poor man's holiday. It was a working holiday for her parents, hop picking to earn some extra money, but also an opportunity to meet up with relatives.
In a little village in East Hampshire, they met with people from all walks of life - from circus and fairground folk to log and flower sellers - and worked daily in the hop fields with their children by their sides.
This nostalgic recounting of those days, filled with tears and laughter, takes us back to bygone days and is beautifully illustrated by the author's husband.