FARMING AND FOXHUNTING 



Australia. I have never seen him since. One thing 

 to his credit in his new country is that he has given 

 her (his country) a long family ; after all, a rising 

 population must be an asset to a country like 

 Australia. Not that he has done too badly in his 

 farming operations, for he certainly has got ahead 

 a bit during these last few years and is now farming 

 a thousand acres. 



Farming at Badbury involved the starting of a 

 fifty-cow dairy, a new experience to me ; but there 

 was no avoiding the issue, it suited the farm and to 

 milking we must go. 



During the next few years, indeed until the end of 

 hostilities, this old family farm was kept in being 

 as a home for the returning warriors. Norman 

 eventually took over the Badbury Farm. The 

 other fighting member of the family, Harry, who 

 before the War was farming in Canada and was 

 never very happy about a return to that hard and 

 inclement country, was eventually brought into the 

 scheme of farming at the Ogbourne end. 



Horse-dealing is a fascinating occupation, and 

 happy is the man who can make it pay when farming 

 a useful track of land. I cannot say I ever felt 

 particularly happy at it, and it therefore follows 

 that I never made much money out of it. My 

 spasmodic deals occasionally never reached out into 

 a real business. A good hunter got sold now and 

 again, and perhaps a few polo ponies. 



In those days we had a small club at Blunsdon. 

 It was not exactly a Hurlingham Ground, but it 

 gave us plenty of fun, and allowed us to train a 



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