
Hello Again
While we were at Bundu we decided one afternoon to visit Germansweek where my father owed a farm back in the early 50s. I remember, it vividly because while we lived there the old King died
and the new queen was crowned.It is as if it were yesterday we had a village party for all us kids in a field near the village Where all the goodies came from I have no idea as the UK at that time still had rationing of certain items, on sugar for certain.
Another memory is of going to the livestock markets at Holsworthy, Launceston, or Hatherleigh.You just don't see the south devon or shorthorn cattle we used to rear, the fields seem full of those massive, fast growing French Charolais nowadays.Hey Ho! another bit of heritage bites the dust.
Anyway, I digress and get away from the point whichever suits ya. The farm was called Hennard Mill and stood in the bottom of a beautiful valley with the river Wolf running along the bottom of the garden.
Hennard was only a small sixty acre dairy and beef farm but to us kids ( there were five of us) it was paradise. No television, no electricity, an outside toilet and we had to walk two miles to catch a taxi then a bus to get to school at Holsworthy twelve miles away. We spent our holidays helping with the haymaking or whatever the work in hand at the time. It all came to an end in 1955 when after years of suffering my father had his leg amputated because of war wounds which failed to heal.
Imagine my horror when I saw Hennard as it is today.
I know it looks a beautiful resevoir now but none the less even after fifty years I had a lump in my throat at the loss of a dream. Silly aint it?
After the disappointment of Hennard I though I would cheer myself up by posting a couple of pictures of MOUSEHOLE near Penzance. Yes, that really is the villages name and hasn't changed a bit.
What beautiful pictures Funky...and a lovely story. I too lived on a big old farm in Australia but back in the early 80's..lol. Still, we had no electricity...the toilet was an out house adn we had to walk for about an hour to catch the school bus. Your story reminded me of a time in my childhood I really enjoyed.Thanks for stopping by yesterday...I tried to return the visit but the link didn't work at the time..lol. Glad it did this morning...Have a great weekend;)