When Fred Archer was a boy, men's voices were deep and mellow as they rang out following the plough, or sang in church on Sundays, a farmer could make a living with a herd of 20 cows, and each village had a blacksmith and wheelwright. Workers days were broken only by the turning rhythm of the seaso...more
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