Hop Picking In Kent (1929) 

one of my earliest memories is hop picking in kent in about 1973 , mum reckons it was one of the last hop sessions before total mechanisation. I was 3 at the time but i'll never forget the glorious smell.

Hop picking was actually considered a treat for London's inner city inhabitants. Every summer, families from the cramped, dirty, and squalid East End would tramp to London's environs to pick hops and enjoy the sunshine and space. So while it was work, it wasn't exactly "child labor."

@leemeires im from shoreham; all our family went to hare farm in brede nr rye ; best days of my childhood ;wonderful memories its shame they brought in machines made lot of us redundant;about 4 weeks before we due to go would visit farm and spruce up our huts ready to move in for 6 weeks and we had keys and no one entered the huts til we went back each year ad its shame not many people took pics in those days ; i got couple really old ones of my nan grandad from pat

Me sorprende la calidad de las imágenes de este video. Muy interesante!

Wish I could have talked to these people

Very interesting video documentary!

these were the best days of my childhood ; was family affair mums dads nans aunts uncles cousins etc all on one farm our own little community. at hare farm ;brede nr rye in sussex ;have you any vids on it

That's fascinating - but how on earth did their hands and arms hold out? I have a 'rogue hop' - an ornamental that seeded itself in my garden; sometimes it has hops on it, and after rain it grows like kudzu vine. I have to prune it back or it'd be in the house. This thing doesn't half make your skin itch if you grasp an armful. Or perhaps it's just me who's a weakling lol.

I wonder, does hops smell like beer? Does it grow everywhere?

does anyone know if the recently discovered film of mabledon farm hop picking in 1935 is available......

Who’s here after reading “A Clergyman’s Daughter”

what kind of fruit

its a bine not a vine