Chapter 1 – From the Beginning

I always knew dad didn’t really want me to be a farmer. 

64 years ago I came into this world, born at home in our little farmhouse on Swineham Moor near the tiny, and extremely rural, village of Knowstone in deepest Devon. 

It was a cold, February morning, there was a thick covering of snow on the ground and soon after my arrival mum had a good, but doubtless unwanted, view out the window of dad emptying out the vivid, crimson contents of a white enamel bucket in the adjoining field. Things may have changed nowadays but farmers back then were indelicate sorts.