Let’s linger in the kitchen a little longer as that’s where we spent time together, time listening and talking as well as eating
The kitchen was quite dark and the only window over looked the crew yard where the animals were over-wintered. My grandfather kept young cattle (known in Lincolnshire as beast) for fattening. There were just a couple of dairy cows providing milk, cream and butter for the farm. They also kept sheep and grew wheat and barley as well as root crops for animal feed. That sort of mixed farming has all but disappeared now.
|I'm the little girl facing the foxhound. |
My sister is the middle of the three girls behind.
The other three are cousins
Foxhounds are singularly silly dogs. The puppies are reared to live a fairly tough, unpampered life as part of a pack so they never came into the house. However, we children were allowed to play with them and take them out with us around the farm. When we put them back in the run before lunch they would straight away go and watch us through the window. To this day I have a very soft spot for foxhounds.