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I was a landgirl for four years during the war. We worked hard and, like everyone, in the hard times did our bit. The men milked 80 cows in the morning and I milked them in the afternoon.
I also did a milk round, the van being like the one in "Dad's Army" and its brakes were doubtful to say the least of it.
One day in the blackout, early in the morning on the bendy roads, my companion and I got in the middle of a tank convoy - don't ask me how. I remember my friend holding her hands in prayer and saying to Himself and her husband, who was in the army in the middle east, "Don't let the tank stop suddenly on this hill 'cos these guns are right on a level with my ear-ole."
Her prayers were answered.
At Reaseheath Agricultural College we did a month's preliminary learning in all aspects of animals and field.
We had to learn to milk a cow but we could not be allowed to milk them because of damage to the milk yield. So we practised on rubber teats and, thinking we could do better, enlarged the hole.
Then we were put to milking Dolly. She would turn, look carefully at us, get on with her feed and release not one drop. That larn't us; we couldn't make her holes bigger!

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