Holidays

A Memory of Wark.

Summer holidays riding bicycles, and horses, playing football on the Village Green or by Blindburn Hall, fishing under the bridge or wading through the water onto the stone island. Helping the village farmer walk the cows down for milking in the evenings and then walking them up to pasture in the morning, collecting eggs from the hen houses and stacking the bales of hay after the harvester had gone through. You would never believe this was a city lad's greatest joy. I must say this has taught me how to appreciate the simple things in life and that the folks from the North especially in and around the village of Wark are truly the greatest persons in the world, friendly, kind, warm hearted and generous. They are truly a great value to the history of the North especially this village where my Mum spent her childhood and I my summer holidays which I have never forgotten.  

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