As we all grew a bit bigger, it was time to upgrade to a bigger car so we moved on to the Vauxhall Victor
Eventually we got a caravan and discovered the delicious food we could buy abroad so we were less loaded up, but it does make me laugh to think of us all crammed in these little cars. My biggest memories of the journeys, besides being sick the whole time and dreaming of flying, was when, on those narrow, tree-lined roads in France, my father would overtake. We'd be trundling along behind a lorry when suddenly we'd here the tick, tick, tick of the indicator. "No Daddy!" we'd all scream, but too late - he'd pull out and we'd see another car coming towards us. "Nooooo!" but then the tick, tick, tick and he'd pull back in front of the lorry. "See, it was fine".
Meanwhile, back on the farm, calving has finally started and we had a little pale arrival on foggy Friday morning and a little brown calf on Saturday morning.