Hi Sheila. My husband and I are the proud new owners of Sundial House Farm. We have been frantically searching the internet for information about the house and itβs history. We have spoken to a couple of neighbours including the lady attached to our house in the cottage, she has shed some light, but it sounds like you have sooo many fabulous stories. I would love to hear about them π.
My Dad, George Jameson, started working at Sundial farm, in 1919 he was 13 years old as a farm boy. After old Mr Scotson passed away, the farm was left to Herbert (Bert), just like Tony said, Bert had the milk round and also ran a market garden, so he left my Dad to manage the farm. My Dad loved the land and retired around 1960, but he would go back to help with hay making harvesting and potato picking. I would help him milk the cows sometimes but often played around π with my friend Dot, Smith who was also the Grandaughter of Mr Scotson. As dad got older he would tell me lots of stories of what happened on the farm, but we’ll leave that for another day.
For many years, Herbert Scotson supplied the villagers with fresh milk from his herd. No bottles then, unpasteurised milk into your container from a scoop. No H and S in those days. The milk however gave natural immunity against T.B. as I discovered later on at university. The farm buildings were demolished and replaced by a residential development now known as Sundial Mews. How times have changed!!!
My Dad, George Jameson, worked at Sundial farm for over 40 years, he started as a farm boy at the age of 13 in 1919. After old Mr Scotson passed away, the farm was left to Herbert (Bert) just like Tony said Bert had the milk round and also ran a market garden so He asked Dad if he would become manager of the farm Dad loved the land. He retired around 1960, but went back to help with hey making, the harvest and potato picking I would often play on the farm with my friend Dorothy Smith who was also Berts niece when my Dad got older he would tell me lots of story’s of what happened on the farm, but we’ll leave that for another day
Hi Sheila. My husband and I are the proud new owners of Sundial House Farm. We have been frantically searching the internet for information about the house and itβs history. We have spoken to a couple of neighbours including the lady attached to our house in the cottage, she has shed some light, but it sounds like you have sooo many fabulous stories. I would love to hear about them π.
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My Dad, George Jameson, started working at Sundial farm, in 1919 he was 13 years old as a farm boy. After old Mr Scotson passed away, the farm was left to Herbert (Bert), just like Tony said, Bert had the milk round and also ran a market garden, so he left my Dad to manage the farm. My Dad loved the land and retired around 1960, but he would go back to help with hay making harvesting and potato picking. I would help him milk the cows sometimes but often played around π with my friend Dot, Smith who was also the Grandaughter of Mr Scotson. As dad got older he would tell me lots of stories of what happened on the farm, but we’ll leave that for another day.
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For many years, Herbert Scotson supplied the villagers with fresh milk from his herd. No bottles then, unpasteurised milk into your container from a scoop. No H and S in those days. The milk however gave natural immunity against T.B. as I discovered later on at university. The farm buildings were demolished and replaced by a residential development now known as Sundial Mews. How times have changed!!!
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My Dad, George Jameson, worked at Sundial farm for over 40 years, he started as a farm boy at the age of 13 in 1919. After old Mr Scotson passed away, the farm was left to Herbert (Bert) just like Tony said Bert had the milk round and also ran a market garden so He asked Dad if he would become manager of the farm Dad loved the land. He retired around 1960, but went back to help with hey making, the harvest and potato picking I would often play on the farm with my friend Dorothy Smith who was also Berts niece when my Dad got older he would tell me lots of story’s of what happened on the farm, but we’ll leave that for another day
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