My fatherlived in the neighbouring village to my mum... she was a barmaid in one of the pubs and he would walk over just to drink there, despite there being 3 pubs in his own village. He followed her home one night and the rest is history.

I used to think this was a really romantic story until I realised that the pub was just 3 doors down from where my mother was living and it's only 2/3 mile over the fields from the house he lived in to the pub.

We don't know how her parents met, but it was probably in the local market - both being agricultural families. My father never knew his father, Granny having 'got into trouble' aged 16 whilst in service at 'the big house'.

LTS