Seventy years of memories
Over the past week, the nation has been celebrating the remarkable achievement of the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee. We have been looking back over the seventy years of her reign, how life has changed, which set me thinking about the evolution of farming over that time.
I can remember the Coronation. My mother made costumes for my sister and me from West of England sacks and we rode our ponies as red Indians in a procession through the village. This was in Bedfordshire where my father had taken the tenancy of a farm. One of the few memories I have from there is the night the combine caught fire. It was a Massey 780, a bagger, which meant that, as well as the driver, there was another man on the machine collecting the grain in sacks, tying them up and sliding them down a chute. The burnt-out wreck was taken away by the local dealer and brought back in a remarkably short time. However, not only was it rebuilt but it was converted into a tanker so the grain could be augured into a trailer alongside. Progress indeed!
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