COUNTRY LIFE
UP at Ty Nwydd—the new house—which is not new but old and is not just a house but a farm, they were busy when I called. I was directed to a shed where the men were at work, and I walked over and knocked on the door thinking it wise to give notice before entering in case they were handling an animal that might escape. 1 was told to come in quickly. The door closed behind me before the wind had time to cause complete confusion inside, but the gust of air that entered when I did blew feathers round the shed and for a minute I wondered what was going on. The feathers, settled, and, in the light of oil lamps, I saw that they were preparing birds for the Christmas market. When the birds were all plucked and dressed, a van would come and take them to cold storage. I stood in the shed a while talking, but I was rapidly being covered in the down of geese and ducks, and took my leave as soon as 1 could. Outside it was not much different.- A flurry of snow blew round the farm buildings, and I turned up my collar and put my head down as I set out for home.
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