Leather Bottle Farm was bought by my parents in the late 50s. They started off with six sows, now I've got 350. My brother Chris and I work six days a week – I do Saturdays, he does Sundays. The best thing is being my own boss. And I don't have to travel to work. You see all these poor people on the news, stuck in traffic. I don't fancy that.
I'm also cricket club captain at Matching Green. It's 150 years old. When I was seven, I would cycle to the green and Bertie Little would pay me sixpence for doing the scoreboard. I've been playing since I was 12. It's very friendly. We play all the other villages in the area, and afterwards we go to the pub for a few drinks.
We don't butcher our own pigs, but we did ask the abattoir to send one back to us for a hog roast at our wedding. It was fantastic. The wedding was on Monday, then my father's birthday on the Thursday, so we went go-karting (my mother did hot-air ballooning for her birthday – I think it was one-upmanship). And on the Saturday we did a big party for all our friends and my son Tom's birthday, with bucking broncos, a jazz band and a disco. It was quite a week.
None of my kids wants to take on the farm. I expect eventually we'll sell the pigs and retire. I suppose I'd be sad about it if we had nice arable land with woodland and horses. But all we've got is a slurry lagoon and smelly pigs.
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