The life is so free. I mean it’s a very hard life, very, very hard. But, the freedom….
Going into the hop fields and the vines used to be pulled down… you’d get absolutely soaked first thing in the morning with the dew on them. And the smell, you used to sleep really soundly after being in the hop field because hops really do make you sleep.
She’d go and find a few bacon bones and a few potatoes, split peas, pearl barley perhaps, Oxo, a cube in those days, you’d scrape it, break it up and it used to go in. And we’d all have a bellyful you know. Might be more split pea and rice than anything, but if you found a bit of meat, you’d do a lap of honour.
She was allowed she wasn’t my wife yet then- but she was allowed to be there because her cousins was there, her sisters was there, the men cousins, the boy cousins…so they could keep an eye on her and make sure she’d go home at the right time.