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In 1943 at the age of twenty, I was a Land Girl. I had to cycle 6 miles at 5.30 each morning to milk the cows. On one very cold and very frosty morning I fell off my bike and broke my flask!
If the threshing machine came to our farm the Land Girls, who invariably got all the dirtiest, dirtiest jobs, had to bag the chaff. We had to tie string round our trousers in case a rat ran up our legs!
I was driving the tractor when the declaration of peace was announced. We were sent on the Land Army Housewives Course in Suffolk, where we met girls from all over the country. We were taught the best way to dust and clean in preparation for civilian life. We were allowed out for the afternoon, when we would have tea in a café — a real treat, but we had to be sure to catch the last bus home at 8pm!
The course lasted for one month, but during the last week, my husband returned home on leave from Italy, so I was allowed to leave early

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