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I was in the Land Army. I lived in Caistor and worked on a farm at Croxby. One day there were four of us girls and our foreman called Mr Cash. We were doing the sheep dipping. There were about a thousand sheep. We girls had to catch the sheep and put them in the dip dyke. Mr Cash stood at the end of the dyke with a pole and he would use this to push the sheep under the dip so that they were covered. It was slushy and muddy and such a job catching the last few sheep and they kept jumping all over. Me and one of the other girls got hold of one of the last sheep by the back legs, one each. The other girl lost hold of the back leg she was holding on to and the sheep jump across the dyke and ran between Mr Cash’s legs, knocking him into the dip on the way. We all burst laughing and he was coming out of the dip spluttering. We reaslised he was in trouble then; he had a mouthful of the sheep dip and so we helped him out. Tears were streaming down his face and he said ‘I’m going home now. I’m not working with you b****rs no more!’ He had three fields to walk across to get back to the farm and you could smell him all the way back!

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