Posted: 28/11/2014 at 11:02
Lyn, no bikes we walked. The Farm was called Welly Hill not because we had to wear them, because we had deep wells with windmills to pump up the water. There had been Quarries on the land at one time and we had natural warrens of rabbits in the quarries, Aunt Mabel would say go get three rabbits for the pie, shoot them in the head I do not want lead in the pie? The land was quite uneven in places and the top meadows were up a hill, so walk up, they would be waiting at the gate and the lead cow would belt any upstart young cow who tried to pass her as we all ambled back down to the byre. They all knew their own stall and woe betide any cow trying to get in the wrong one, we had to break up a few set to's and they can be quite fierce with each other. The milking machine was portable my job a bucket of warm soapy water to wash the teat then rinse for the machine to be attached and what a lot of people do not know is a cow can kick forward with its back legs and often did, painful. The metal churns filled and rolled off a loading dock onto a cart then taken to the gate and off the cart onto a raised platform for the collecting driver to roll onto his truck and away to the dairy. Some of the milk was delivered locally by putting a churn on the gig and with several metal measures, a Gill, Half or Pint milk would be served into the house wives own container usually a jug. Only a gill today Arthur I cannot afford more, Pint and a half Arthur please it is rice pudding day, going around with that delivery taught you a lot about the village.
There is a saying in Yorkshire, "Strong "o" the arm weak "o" the head" taking on a small holding these days of rules and regulation plus H&S for everything I would guess that to be true or you are young fit and have a bottomless coffer.