Singleborough

A Memory of Great Horwood.

I visited Singleborough last Saturday and my grandfathers farm was exactly as I remember it - but smaller of course. The garden was exactly the same as it was nearly 60 years ago. I stood near the door where my grandfather showed me some newborn fluffy chicks and the garden where my mother had her photograph taken mowing the lawn as a young woman. I got up to no good with the children from across the road when I was about 7 or 8 making tunnels in the straw bales in the store and putting rat poison in the calves food not knowing of course and eating cow cakes and made myself sick. I fished for sticklebacks and put them in the water butt and found them floating on the top the next morning. I picked cowslips, violets and primroses in the hedgerows. I have so many vivid memories that will never die.

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