TELEVISION
Jul 28, 2021
3 minutes
ROGER LEWIS
Growing up on a farm, I learned to detest the outdoors as a place of pain and boredom.
That boiling summer of 1976, when there was no water and lavatories were not to be flushed – I was heaving hay bales about; then corn stooks. This was Glamorganshire, but it was like southern Italy.
The weather was always against you, with droughts ensuring nothing grew or non-stop rain meaning wheat and barley rotted in the
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