As a child I spent all my holidays on a farm owned by my uncle, Reg Wood and his partner, Marion. This was from the year 1964 approx. It was off the main road but then turn off down a track which seemed to go forever. There was no one around for miles. We used to fetch calves from the market in the back of his Landrover. There was a man called Martin Mahr who used to sleep in the barn seasonally and worked there. One of his friend was called Morlis Ward who had a farm some miles away. I know this is a really really long shot but if any one has the faintest idea what this farm is called I would be eternally grateful. I remember we stopped at a small shop or post office and even though it was a distance on the people knew exactly where it was and who lived there! These days were some of the happiest of my life.
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