
My father worked in an ammunition factory at Hayle (Upton Towans) for
most of the war years and I remember he came home quite upset for there
had been an explosion and some of his workmates had been killed, he cycled
to and from work as did almost everyone in those days.
We were living at Tregadjack in 1916, it was quite a nice detached house
with an acre of land where Father grew vegetables and kept a large flock
of poultry. Then one day at a ‘garden fete’ Granny Toms (Father’s
Mother) won a little Berkshire sow on a raffle, of course it was given to
my Father and she proved to be most prolific giving birth to over a hundred
farrows eventually.