Sunday, June 5, 2016

...more memories from Nethercott farm...



...two wheels on my wagon, n I'm still trundlin' along...😜 ...getting waves back from car drivers and dodging the low branches, fun stuff as we rode back on top of the load.  Not so fun once we got back to the farmyard, when all those bales had to be unloaded, and if you were the smallest, which I'm sure all us girls experienced at one time or other, you got the job of pushing the last bales up under the Dutch barn roof.  A hot dusty scratchy job.  Then the contortionist task of getting out of the disappearing space and onto the top of the ladder, which never seemed to reach the top of the rick, and down safely...


...picnics in the straw field, it was very tuf work for us girls, we started young on the farm.  I was driving the tractor at about 11 years old, only in the fields, but Lordy did it make ya feel important.  As soon as we were able we would be roped into the chores, by the age of 13, me and my elder sister were capable of doing everything on the farm that was needed, though it was tough for dad to let go the reins. Dad never had a holiday, I think I only ever remember him having one night away in Cornwall, when my sister and I were allowed to hold the fort.  But the picnics at harvest time were such a treat, I hold these memories very dear…


...another fun one, but probably rather dangerous, I think mumma would have been horrified if she’d caught us doing this!  I can still remember the thrill of jumping off that rick, we used to do somersaults and land at all sorts of angles, then scramble back up to throw ourselves off again.  Swinging out on the rope and falling off into the straw pile was fun too.  It is amazing really that none of us broke any limbs…






Saturday, May 21, 2016

...bringing in the bales...


...collecting up the bales was hot hard work, but I'm thankful I was healthy enough to do it.  Building the load was quite a skill, the bales had to be placed to tie in each other in each layer, to make a safe load to travel back across bumpy fields and along main roads without falling apart.  The load would be roped tight to the trailer, with U.S. All heaving and pulling the ropes tight as dad tied it off with what he called half hitches.  In all the years I only ever saw one load fall apart into the road....


Thursday, May 19, 2016

...the threshing machine...


...quite a challenge to do this one of the old 'pop pop' and threshing machine, but it has a sunny place in my memory.  I want to do a more detailed sketch of the thresher one day, maybe a prope painting...

...fun on the bales at Nethercott...


.."there's lots of hard work to be done around harvest time, but also plenty of fun to be had once the straw or hay had been baled.  This is how we used to 'stitch' the bales into little tent shaped stacks before dad got a bale sledge and bale loader.  It was hard work stitching up the bales, and dad would make us stack them with the knots down, which was the best way for them to be if it rained.  It saved them for a while, but if it was wet for any length of time, the bales would get very wet, and end up dusty or worse, left to rot in the field.  Hay bales have to be left out in the field to allow the air to get around them for a few days, as packing them straight away into a barn can make them overheat and start a fire.  This happened once on dads farm, it was awful, the fire brigade came, and several neighbouring farmers to help.  The fodder that was pulled out and left in the field smouldered for over a week, not a nice thing to witness, and very frightening...





...harvest time at Nethercott...


...summer time and the baler came out to do its stuff, thump thump thumping across the field.  It was a sound that heralded hard work, stitching up and bringing in the harvest was no easy task, and gave us girls muscles to be proud of.....

Saturday, May 14, 2016

...walking in the countryside lanes...

...ah yes, we had to make our own amusements, and mumma nature provided lots of fun things in the days before iPads, smart phones and television destroyed playtime, ....yes I said television, we didn't get one till I was about 8, at around the same time electricity came to the depths of Somerset....


...summer picnics at Nethercott...

...it was not all hard work on the farm, summer days in the bottom meadows when our dear mumma would make a picnic and take us all down to the stream were such a treat. These memories are like precious jewels in my mind, they make me smile and all warm and fuzzy. Such special and magical times, I wish all children could enjoy such a lovely childhood....