Posted: 06/08/2014 at 16:01
I wonder how it got there Dove I don't have any farmer blood as far as I know,my Dad was a bricklayer and I followed in his footsteps until I met Mrs Fish.
I do remember damming up streams though with mud and sticks,climbing on farm equipment in the big barns which I now know is dangerous. Oh and scrumping Cherry knocking,playing iakie (sp?) Bike rides,building tree camps. I was a child of the 70s but health and safety would probably have a seizure if they read this.
I did all those things, and more - including making camps in dry ditches and in the top of straw stacks and helping Pa to burn the fields of stubble - we learned to assess danger and make decisions and accept consequences.
My children were children of the 70s - setting off on bike rides with a piece of bread, an apple and a bottle of water, in and out of the neighbours' houses as if they were their own, damming the village stream and flooding the bottom end of the village and being looked after, cared for and reprimanded by everyone, because everyone knew them and their parents.
I'm sure there are things that children have nowadays that we missed out on, but I wouldn't swap.