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As an evacuee from Folkestone I was living with a family on the hill above Merthyr, S Wales. The house was close to a large field owned by the local dairyman.

Each year he would cut the hay in this field and invite those from the neighbouring houses to help stack the hay. The reward was a picnic lunch and Hereford cider to drink, which was frequently offered 鈥榓s it鈥檚 thirsty work鈥�
I went into the field about 11am and all I could see was hay. I left about 8pm and I could not focus on anything..I thought I climbed over the back fence alright but my foster mother and friends thought it was hilarious.

I got out of bed the following morning and fell over. I had two days off school with my friends threatening when I failed to answer the register to reply 鈥淒runk Sir鈥�

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