Amanda: Now tell me about your schooldays.
Leslie: Oh, my schooldays. I went to school when I was five, had nearly two mile to walk to school.
Amanda: What, and what school was it, where was it?
Leslie: Hollycombe. 'Hollycombe University' I always calls it. And, uhm.
Amanda: And where was that?
Leslie: Uhm, uh, I don't know what to. I suppose, well, it was just outs, outside of Milland, anyway.
Unidentified speaker: Hollycombe.
Leslie: Uh, one thing I always remember there: there used to be a nice, old postman from Liphook used to cycle round. And, uh, I was lucky sometimes: he used to pick me up and put me on his old, uhm, front-carrier and gave me a ride nearly home. Hmm.
Amanda: And what were your teachers like?
Leslie: Teachers, oh, they were very good. Yeah, never had no problem with them.
Amanda: Were they strict?
Leslie: To a point, yes, hmm.
Amanda: What did you, did you used to get a, did you ever get caned?
Leslie: No. No, uhm, well, soon after I started school, don't ask me why, cause I don't know, uh, one of the boys over there started calling me 'Goodie'. And that name've stuck, stuck to me till today. A lot of people I went to school with don't even, didn't even know my name. Hmm.
Amanda: And what did you used to do for fun when you were little?
Amanda: What did you used to do for fun?
Leslie: For fun? Work! Yes, I used to go to work when I was about seven. Used to milk the old nanny-goat. I used to tie, tie the old nanny-goat up to the post, you see, and the old farmer what was there, he'd gave, gave, gave me a hand [inaudible] the old goat, take the milk back, go back to the goat, hop up on her back, out with my knife, cut the string and away we used to go. But sometimes we never used to get very far before I was on the ground.
Amanda: And how much did you used to get paid for this, then?
Leslie: Nothing. And when I was, I couldn't've been more than eight year old and my brother, he was three year older than me, the old farmer sent us up to drill some swede seed. The land was all ridged out and we had a, a, a pony with a, with a drill. We'd drill one row at a time. So one led the horse and the other one held the handles of the drill. I was only about eight, must've, I couldn't've been any older, cause the farmer went away when I was nine. Hmm.
Amanda: And is the farm still there?
Leslie: The farmer?
Amanda: The farm?
Leslie: The farm's still – I worked there all my life.
Amanda: So what was, was that your job, if you like, out of school?
Amanda: Was farming your first job out of school?
Leslie: Yes, yes, hmm.
Amanda: What was it like, then?
Leslie: What, what farming? Well, you just, you got paid very well. About time, about time I was fourteen I got twopence-halfpenny an hour. That's in old money. I worked from seven o'clock in the morning Saturdays to five o'clock at night. So that, take hour out for lunch, that'd be nine hours. I got one-and-tenpence-halfpenny for that.
Amanda: Goodness me!
Amanda: And, and what, is it very different to farming now, do you think?
Leslie: They got it too easy today. Hmm. We had to work then, in my time. Hmm.
Amanda: Tell me some of the differences. What about milking or, or?
Leslie: Oh yeah, well, uhm, first off there was no milking machines about. So when I first started milking I used to milk by hand. That was before I left school: run home from school to milk a cow and if there wasn't one for me to milk I used to cry my eyes out. I should blinking thought I should've run the other way; I should've run to school, walked home.
Amanda: And I understand you still work now?
Leslie: Yeah, not a lot.
Amanda: Tell me what you do now.
Leslie: Do a bit of gardening. Hmm, hmm. Yeah.
Amanda: Where at?
Leslie: Uh, local. Hmm, yeah.
Amanda: And has that changed a lot, do you think? Cause we're all a bit pre-occupied with our gardens now, aren't we? Were we always?
Leslie: Yes, hmm. Oh, I'm lucky really, cause the, the garden where I lives is only shrubs. So I got no kitchen garden or anything to worry about. Hmm.
Amanda: Now I understand, uhm, that you had to, uh, you were offered a lift on a shire horse one day?
Leslie: Oh yes, yeah.
Amanda: And it didn't turn out to be as good as you thought it was going to be? Tell me about that.
Leslie: Well, it was when the old boss took me along, along with him to Westbourne, if you know it, where that is, do you? Down near Emsworth. Cause he was going to buy a horse. So he, he, he and the old farmer was arguing about the price. So my bo, bo, well the bo, the boss, I don't think I was working then. I don't remember whether I was or not. He starts walking away from the other farmer, I thought, “Well, that's good – I ain't got to take that old horse home." And I suppose the other farmer changed his mind. So I was, the bloke I was with, he bought it. So I get up on its back to ride it home, but I couldn't ride very far before I had to get off. Cause his old backbone stuck up. Up the behind, like. So I had to walk all the way from Westbourne.
Amanda: Goodness me!
Leslie: You know.
Amanda: How far was it?
Leslie: Oh, I wouldn't like to say. Quite, quite, well it's
Amanda: How, about, it's about, what is it? Twenty miles?
Unidentified speaker: Must be.
Leslie: hhm, fifteen, twenty miles perhaps. I walked from Alresford with two. Two carthorses. One of those poor devils got killed by a bull. The old bull cornered him and, uhm, ripped his inside out. Hmm.
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 Emsworth is a Hampshire village to the south-west of Milland.