Trailer Nov_Dec 1948

November 1948…Rain lashes the fields and the farm turns inward. Pigs are killed for winter meat. Eggs are shown and awarded. Fences are mended. Fires are lit earlier each evening.There are bonfires and fireworks, Lodge meetings and Growmore dinners — muddy boots by the door and frost waiting at the gate.Then December arrives with wind and rain, barley threshed in the yard, chickens plucked for Christmas sale, puddings stirred by lamplight while the house fills with callers and laughter.And as goose is carved and another year draws to its close, there is a quiet awareness beneath it all… that this was a year which began in uncertainty — and somehow, through mud and frost and hard work, has carried the family safely through.November and December 1948.The year ending not with silence… but with warmth, resilience, and a farm still standing.Join me Sunday as we close the book on 1948 at Hiltonbury.