Many years ago the County Council would blade mow the grass verges and leave behind the hay. Mr Vallender would rake all of this up day after day and store in a large hay rick at the top of the large double field at Priding. In mid Winter he would sell the hay.
My mother met a man who socially asked where she lived, she told him Priding and he replied. “ We bought some hay from a chap down there……..it was terrible… You would have thought it came off the side of the road!”
Mother smiled sweetly!
