We (mum, dad, brother and me) sometimes used to take a punt up the Thames for summer holidays, other times we would pick hops in Kent.
Dad's B.I.L worked at Windsor for you know who. I have a memory of him cutting the leaves off turnips and putting them into a rafia basket strapped to his back. The turnips (sliced with a hand operated mechanical contraption) went to the pigs, the leaves went to the kitchens.
Animal Farm bought to life.
Added: we went to Guernsey once, I never thought to ask Mum and Dad where they got the money for that.
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