Christmas Day on the farm was a massive event, the only day of the year that I saw alcohol displayed and mainly homemade hooch and wine, guaranteed to make you feel warm and cosy, but first of all the cows had to be milked twice but at least there was no milk round and there was plenty of help. The… (more…)
These cold, wet February weeks makes you yearn for the sun and long bright days. When I was young, myself and my brother Kevin were always packed off to the farm, my paternal grandfather’s place in Denton, just to the west of Manchester. These summer holidays were in many respects, the highlight of my year. We used to visit the… (more…)