238 A Dairy conversion 8
238 A Dairy conversion (8) After her work on the awaited day, Ann collected Sam from the station, a wind from Siberia was blowing and snow was about swirling in the air in heavy flakes as they made their way down onto the remote marsh. They [and I indoors] were glad to hear the familiar rattle of the cattle grid at our gate; it had been a slow journey. They appeared at the doorway all stamping feet and shaking coats. I had been very worried at the weathers had turned and had been on...