"It was an amazing place, run down, but in it's time the farmhouse had accommodated the King of England, as long ago as Edward 1st."<quoted text>
You could...but I wouldn't answer to it, LOL! I answered this last night btw, left it while I answered the 'phone..then forgot,
just so you know.
Trying to visualise a 45 pound hog. Pretty heavy I imagine.
Hope the hog didn't feel a thing. Welp, I never imagined I would be bringing a calf back to the farm in my pristine car, my long-suffering hubby (Peter) drove, I sat in the back with this gi-normous calf, he in the footwell resting his curly head on my shoulder. We drove through town and would you believe the Mayor was in the main street, I had the window open, he looked in amazement, and I waved at him, and shouted 'Prynoun Dda'(Good Afternoon). He waved back and grinned.
I had been held to ransome in one respect, as Kathy's calf had died in still birth, the farmer buried the calf in view of our lounge window, for three days Kathy had brevvied over the spot, then the farmer dismissed her with a wave of his hadn, saying 'she is barren, she will go to market on Friday'...I pleaded with him to spare her if I bought a calf to take her milk.....
Purely because I knew she wasn't barren, the farmer had been drunk when he should have been keeping an eye on her when she was due.
I helped often on his farm. It was an amazing place, run down, but in it's time the farmhouse had accommodated the King of England, as long ago as Edward 1st.
One day he taught me how to 'attract' the cows to the gate...he told me to shout 'Coooop, Coooop,' repeatedly, and they would come. I tried this, needless to say they didn't respond. Tured round, the farmer was doubled up with laughter.....:)
Amazing, quite amazing the extent of history of the "old countries".