Burdon Hay Loft

A Memory of Ryhope.

My friend, Shiela Thompson, lived in a cottage at Burdon. Her father used to work on Burdon farm, he must have been a labourer as I remember him always working. My brother and myself used to cycle up to the farm on a weekend and spend many a happy hour throwing ourselves out of the hayloft hatch at the top and onto the loose hay underneath. Most of the time we were covered in bruises as it wasn't as soft as we would have wished. It didn't seem to matter though, as this pastime was repeated on many an occasion. We returned home in the evening covered in straw and muck and usually to a telling off but we would be there again the following weekend. Happy memories!