I remember leather upholstery in the farmer's car - and towing milk churns which made a clanging sound. My mum was working on a farm which had working horses. Sometimes when I was a baby my dad put me on top of the horses to keep me safe and out of the way. Everything in the barn smelled of hay or grain, or manure . On weekends we went to watch the cattle auction. As a city girl I wasn't too keen on milk drunk warm from the cow, but there was a comfortable, slow feel to everything at that time.

Later the farmer got sick and things became nasty.

PS I don't think that I was safe at all on those big plough horses. Lots of photos of me at 2-3 yrs old with my legs stuck out horizontally each side along the back of the enormous horse and an uncertain half-smile on my face. Photos of me put on top of walls at the same age.... humph.