Miscellaneous and Sundry Jobs, Reflection
Besides my animal duties, I had plenty to keep me busy. My jobs included clearing stables, feeding brushing and watering the horses, looking after and repairing their harnesses, haymaking, cutting and getting in, muck spreading, hedging, ditching and repairing gates and pieces of equipment. Working on a farm I found, was never ending. But I worked at all with enthusiasm. Not always was the weather kind, and I learned too that whatever it was, hot, cold, wet or dry, the work just had to be done. I also became aware of the changing seasons and all the seasonal tasks, the pattern of country life as I became in tune with it. After a while I began to know what I was doing, and Mr Kidd was always tolerant of the things I hadn’t done too well, but better for me he appreciated those I did, and I got better all the time. I knew then I had made the right decision in joining the Women’s Land Army.
Saturdays I sometime got time off. and then I went in my uniform and by the occasional bus from Abbeystead into Lancaster. There I would treat myself to a look at the shops, get anything personal I needed, have a very nice tea at a little café, and perhaps finish it off with a visit to the cinema. Then it was back on the bus, a walk back to the house, a hot drink Mrs Kidd made for me and to bed. For the early morrow morning soon came. Often I went on my own for I had no particular friends of my age in this isolated little village, but I was content and quite fond of my own company.
In time however I did make friends. First with Gwen Baxter, a girl of about my own age, at Moorbottom Farm and then with another land girl Marjory Liptrot, whom had trained with us at Hutton not far away. The three of us would go to dances in the village hall at Dolphinholme and had a great time. Girls were in short supply at these dances, and being a good dancer and something of an added attraction as a “city girl” I was never without a partner. I had taken with me a rather nice linen checked dress that uncle John had bought for me that fitted and suited me well, and I always looked good in it. I always wondered how he, an elderly priest, had managed to choose and buy it for me. Regardless, it was another thing I was so grateful to him for.