One of the most colourful characters in Rochdale during the early part of this century was (William) Bill Fox, who lived near to Cronkeyshaw and trundled his iron barrow around the streets on the north side of the town each night. During the day he worked in a local cotton mill, but at night, his familiar figure, with his cry of “Hot peas!” and the tinkling of his bell, was a welcome sound wherever he went. The barrow was all metal, had an underslung coke fire on which was placed a large iron pan filled with savoury black peas. A gill pot full for a penny and a pint pot full for tuppence. How I remember his tall stooping figure and kindly personality. His peas had a delectable flavour of their own which can never be forgotten.