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My grandparents used to live here, in Saltersley Hall Farm. The
oldest part of the house was built with the same stone as Mobberley
Church, it is almost certainly more than 500 years old. You have
to go a long way to see another stone house of a similar age.
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Here my mother keeps some Highland cattle and some pigs. This
bull is a big softie.
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She doesn't milk the cows, the calves do that for her.
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Highland cattle come in a variety of coat colours, from pale beige
to black but just one style: shaggy.
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Here I'm sharing some grapes with a sow. They are very easy to
get along with as long as you remember they are equals. When I was
watching the pigs a hiker came by with a dog. Don't worry,
he'll not chase the piglets, I can assure you. We didn't need
any assurance, we knew if the dog was stupid enough to try he wouldn't
regret it for very long, a sow is quite capable of breaking a dog's
neck in a second. But if you treat them right they are as gentle
as rabbits. I was feeding this sow grapes held in my lips.
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Berkshire piglets.
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Berkshire pigs have mostly white skin but dense black bristles
with the exception of the face and 'socks', as this curious little
piglet shows.
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I spent a lot of my time as a boy on this farm exploring and learning for
myself.
One of the special features about the farm were a couple of small rolling
hills which were made of sand. My grandfather sold off the sand and the
two hilly fields were carried away in lorries over a number of years until
the excavations reached the water-table. Then pumps were used to extract
sand-slurry and a lake was created. After nature had taken over the sandy
hole was turned into a beautiful lake. My grandfather named it Rossmere
after his distant cousin Ross. It is now owned by an uncle and leased
out to the Prince Albert fishing club of Macclesfield. In addition to
the fish it is home for several species of water birds.
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