Denys McCracken Denys was a great Northumbrian who moved to New Zealand, 12,000 miles away from the hills and haughs he worked on as a Daft ...

By Denys McCracken Hay time When the hay time came round the boss I worked for had no tractors and it was all horse work and man power. The...

By Denys McCracken Clean vegetables I next got a job as a hill shepherd on a farm near Kelso on the owld enemy's side of the Border, whe...

By Denys McCracken. Tipsy porker Geordie the hind decided that as he had spare milk from the house cow, he would get a pig to fatten for...

By Denys McCracken Nee teeth man! Many people used to go for a walk up the valley and when we were clipping some more Americans stopped to w...

By Denys McCracken Settin' the garden The boss grabbed me by the lugs one morning and led me into his garden. I was informed it was...

By Denys McCracken First job - dipping I started working as a Daft Laddie at two farms in north Northumberland, working for a farmer and ...

By Denys McCracken. The secret stitch in time was fund oot! The shepherd on a farm I worked on was from Harbottle and he had married a...

By Denys McCracken The mystery Cornel Hawick mart had a lot of auctioneers in those days as it was a very large mart. During one of th...

By Denys McCracken Dressin the yowes The bosses of these hill farms were two tow perfectionists. When it came near to the half-bred dra...

By Denys McCracken Pigs for profit Further to some other daft laddie misadventure, that year's barley never got combined and so the f...

By Denys McCracken Bogged doon in the barley I finally escaped from me last farm and went to work on a farm near Alnham. The boss empl...

By Denys McCracken Lizzie's lunches At one farm I worked on we combined with next door to do the "cutting" of the lambs. ...