In these last views of Finchdean we see the village as it was just after the Second World War.
Two fine shires are being led across the road from the farm behind them. This has now been converted to housing and garages.
An aged car is parked, but even then it would have been a rare sight in the village.
The road to the right of the horses leads to Horndean, but if you cut left at the top of the hill there is a footpath across the downs to Rowlands Castle.
Many a time in my youth my pals and I set up camp in the field at the top. One day, when down in The George for a lunchtime pint, a herd of cows trampled out tents.
Unfortunately, because of overgrown hedging, I had to take a few steps forward to get the ‘now’ shot.
The farmer and the horses have long gone as has the car but an up-to-date version sits in the same place.
A tree and overgrown hedge block the view up the hill but it is just as quiet as ever.