REAL RESEARCH STORY
I was born a farmer’s daughter many years ago and on wet winter days my father would come into the house and spend his afternoons working on paperwork in his office. He never enjoyed the paperwork side of farming so he would easily and often be distracted. As I was an inquisitive young girl he would charm me with lovely old photographs from his archive of family history records. One of my favourite photographs was this picture of the little boy (wearing what looked like a frock) feeding hay to the white horse.