the left, as one entered the courtyard, below which was the old barn underneath and at right angles to which were the cowsheds. Opposite the farmhouse was a traditional quarry stone barn with very large doors and slits in the walls and on the end of this was the stable block.
However, in latter years, following the earthquake that sealed the fate of Penybanc, in that it had to be demolished, and the fact that a coal level was driven directly underneath the farmhouse, the buildings became unsafe.
On another instance I recall liming the hayfields with William and being in such a state, since I and my clothes were covered in lime, that the only way the bus conductor would allow me on the bus to return home was to stand on the entrance steps.
William’s father owned a 12 bore shotgun and we used to borrow it and have competitions by shooting at a matchstick, which was stuck in an old gatepost, in order to see who could light it with the shot from the cartridge.
On reading through this, it makes`me feel as if I was brought up in a different world.