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I have great memories of my Nan and Grandad collecting wild fruits for wine making and baking. Grandad retired early from the mines with chronic asthma and they had to make a living to feed themselves and 5 children. They kept huge sheds for hens, using everything, eggs, the bird and Nan even sterilised and used the feathers for the most amazing feather mattresses.
Wine was made from any surplus fruit and veg, even wheat and potatoes. As you can imagine the house had a fragrance all of its' own!
Nan was a great knitter and dressmaker, her socks were legendary.
Grandad, with the permission of local farmers, was often seen with a bag of ferrets, nets over his shoulder, dog by his side, making his way throu' the lanes. I do recall a few game birds hanging in the old Anderson Shelter, perhaps a gift from the farmer?
How lucky was I.
