'Home' Farm

I don't ordinarily travel along this road although it is not far from home, so I rarely pass this place now rather grandly called ********** Farm House with big , locked metal gates with an intercom.

It is of interest to me as it was where my mother lived as a young woman and she was married from there in August 1940. She always referred to it as 'home'.

They walked back from the church in over the 'Crag' as it is called and according to tales told, spent the night under the table as it was the night they bombed Bradford. They could see the glow in the far distance.

I miss them and the tales they told and shared.