Photo Talk Thursday: 16th-Century Home Farm Memories

After Tuesday’s trip down memory lane—thinking about the dining room, those cheese selections, and my mum—I ended up diving deep into the digital archives. Today’s photos are pulled from an album simply called “Home Farm.” Reflecting on these Home Farm memories, I realise how much they shape my perspective today.

If I could go back and live there again, I would do it in a heartbeat. A lot of my dreams are still spent there, usually riding around on the single-track roads before you hit the B-road into town. It was a completely unique upbringing, and looking back, a time of absolute innocence. These are the kinds of Home Farm memories that stay with you for life.

The 16th-Century House and The Great Roof Chaos of ’97

The farm was built in the 16th century, though we suspect it could be even older. Up until 1997, it still had a tar roof. I vividly remember the absolute mess of getting it replaced with slate. I actually helped out by punching the holes in the slate tiles so the roofers could get the job done faster.

For a couple of weeks during the chaos, we all essentially lived in the dining room and the downstairs gun room. I was also on crawling duty, dragging cables under the floors to finally put the electrics in.

Decantae Mineral Water and The Sausage Roll Commute

The farm sat on around 70 acres of land and housed a water production factory that pulled fresh water straight from the hills. You might have heard of it: Decantae Mineral Water. My mum and dad ran the place from 1990 until 2014.

During the school holidays, my brother and I would pack bottles of water just to earn some money to live on. It was hard, painfully repetitive work. My only reprieve was break time. I could walk less than a minute from the factory floor back to the house, sit in front of the TV, and grab a snack. My snack of choice? A microwave-heated sausage roll so I could peel the pastry off. Yes, I am odd.

Quad Bikes, Zero Light Pollution, and 4 AM Walks

The land was beautifully spread out. We had a quad bike to get out and about across the fields and up into the hills. I used to spend hours just sitting at the highest point. You could see for miles, and the only sound was a passing sheep or cow. No traffic, no smog, and certainly no close neighbours. There is something special about these Home Farm memories that brings the past vividly to life.

My mum used to pick my friends up so they could stay over for 24-hour gaming sessions, messing about on the quad bike, or taking the factory forklift trucks for a spin. I actually found some old photos of my bedroom from back then—books, figures, photos. Come to think of it, nothing has really changed.

The hills and the valley were incredible at night. Because there was zero light pollution, it was pitch black. If I couldn’t sleep, I would regularly go for walks up the hills at 4 AM.

Freezing Farm Winters and the Magic of a Thermostat

Winter on the farm was always enjoyable—until the power went out. Which happened a lot.

It was always freezing in winter. We had an old Rayburn stove that we constantly fed with wood and coal just to keep the house semi-warm. Long after I moved out, my parents finally got a new heating oil system installed, though I still thought it was freezing. I will never forget moving into my first house in the “real world” and discovering a thermostat. I was absolutely blown away.

That “real world” move was a shock in other ways, too. On the farm, keys to the cars were just left in the ignition. The factory, the office, and the house were never locked up. It took some serious adjustment after moving out to realise that thieves actually existed.

Family Quirks and The End of an Era

We had animals, a vegetable plot, and plenty of character. At one point, my brother even converted an old stone shed into a grow room for a few years. I will leave what he was growing to your imagination. My mum, being Dutch, was quite liberal with things like that and knew exactly what was going on. My dad, being Scottish and prone to shouting a lot, did not. If he had known, he would have burned the shed down.

Decantae was eventually bought out after we left. My mum and dad moved to another house near the sea. In 2014, my mum retired, and just three or four weeks later, she tragically passed away from lung cancer. My dad managed four years without her, but he lost the will to live and passed in 2018.

It was the end of a very specific era, but I will always have these Home Farm memories. Indeed, Home Farm memories will forever remain precious and close to my heart.

Run, Run Forrest, Run

Daily writing prompt
How often do you walk or run?

Contrary to what you may believe I used to love running and walking. I would walk for miles to get to work, so stupidly long distances just because I enjoyed walking along the coast where I used to live. The running was good. Me and my brother, Day, and around a mountainous suburb with lots of ups and downs. His friend attempted the same running feat but wouldn’t stop throwing up.


I used to love running on treadmills but I was always paranoid about the noise it would make while running. At this point in my life. Mid 20’s, the gyms I was a member of were quite small. That said I would skip running sometimes because it was burning muscle when the fat left. I was trying to bulk up and cardio was there just slightly to get my heart going.


I would go to the gym almost 2 or 3 times a day, then throw in some late-night swimming when I had the whole pool to myself. They were fun times.

Photo by Caleb Oquendo on Pexels.com

Short Story: About old times

I remember the 90s like it was yesterday. It was a simpler time, when life was all about hanging out with friends, playing video games, and listening to our favorite bands.

We didn’t have smartphones or social media, so we had to actually talk to each other in person. We would spend hours playing outside, riding our bikes, or just exploring our neighborhoods.

We didn’t have a lot of money, but we didn’t need it. We were happy just being together and having fun.

Some of my favorite memories from the 90s are of watching movies with my friends, going to the arcade, and listening to my favorite bands on cassette tape. I also loved playing video games like Mario Kart and The Legend of Zelda.

The 90s were a great time to be a kid. We were carefree and innocent, and we didn’t have a care in the world. We just lived in the moment and enjoyed each other’s company.

I’m so glad I got to experience the 90s. It was a time of innocence and wonder, and I’ll never forget it.

QOTD

Daily writing prompt
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?

Warm granola. So granola with milk and then microwaved for one minute, leave it to stand for another minute, and there you have it. My mum used to make this for me in the morning sometime before we went to high school. It has instant memories of sitting here in the gun room at the farm watch Hey Arnold! till she started to work at 8am. I would get a driver to take me and dickhead to school at 8.15am to get there for 9an.

I’ve not had that cereal for a very long time.

We don’t need no education…

I’ve managed to open the curtains downstairs as well as the windows. Small steps. Had they closed all week due to wanting to hide? Nice having some fresh air blowing into the house. Well, as fresh as Manchester air gets. Not quite the same as when we were living in the middle of nowhere in Wales. Which I miss. It was great living there. Like 20 people in the village, big house, a nice garden that we worked really hard at so we could have chickens, vegetable plot and yeah, it was great. No fear of anyone knocking on the door. I’m also sure we were amazons worst nightmare as we ordered stuff with same-day delivery knowing they would drive a single trip from an hour away. Good value for money!

It wasn’t real life. I warned D of that so many times. You go to Wales and you live there, and nothing really happens. Everyone is always happy, polite and it’s clean and looked after. You go to primary school, high school, and college with the same people. You have one or two nightclubs to go to. Actually don’t think there are any in Llandudno now. But yeah life breezes happily by and you just live. Probably why it resembles gods waiting room.

We needed to get out of there for the kid’s sake. Education in Wales is very different, we found it more “As long as the child is happy” than “You should learn this”. We saw the difference when we moved here straight away. They were way off the knowledge level of kids in England. They’ve caught up really well, it took time but they managed it. S did well in her tests for high school so she’s in decent sets. B will follow suit as he faces his SATS exams next week.

I still think the whole primary school education system needs an overhaul. They have spent every day teaching from September preparing for these tests. Just tests. Test papers. Constantly so they all get good grades. They are being taught just by answering old questions. The problem is, in my head anyway, kids should actually learn about the world, history, English lit, all of that stuff not just being trained on how to get maximum points.

“Sir said if I don’t know it just writes some working out as you’ll get points”, “You can skip questions with lower points” And it’s great, great for exams and the advice fine but I for some reason cannot support it. Oh well. After a couple of months left, B got accepted to a STEM university high school. Everything is computer-based by the looks of it and he’s excited to get that bus every day. He knows math but has an apathy-like feeling toward things. “I already know how to do that so let’s just move on”. Need to train him to focus more. But that’s where their mental health team comes in and gets support in place.

Rant completed.

I did see Dr. Well. They phoned me. They think I might have narcolepsy or catalepsy. They took a full history of things, I explained that I don’t have to be stressed when it happens. I’ll just be in the dreaming world for a few moments. I also explained that my 12-year-old son had to sit next to me on the sofa and jab me in the ribs when I randomly passed out. It’s been happening all day again. I keep catching it and forced myself to keep my eyes open.

I have a killer headache, double vision, and dizziness from doing that. Really hope the doctor calls back with some kind of solution. I asked if I should just take a fist full of caffeine but that would be bad, I think I already rambled about this,

Plus I hallucinated a bird in the corner of my eye. I started shouting at it after a while as was in a half-sleep state. Stupid bird. Soon as I got some fresh air I was okay again.