It was the first day of the last week of the summer break, and I couldn’t wait for school to start; I missed my friends. As I sat down to eat my breakfast that morning, my mum surprised me when she said, “Hurry up with your breakfast, because I want you to catch the 9.45 bus into town to get the school uniform order from old Mr. Worthington’s store, and if you don’t dilly dally, you’ll be back before it starts raining cats and dogs again.”
Leek is the closest town to our farm; about 6 miles away. It’s a Market Town, meaning that every Monday, which happened to be that day. Farmers from the surrounding area rose early to load their trailers with the livestock they hoped to sell, and as they headed out to the Leek Cattle Market grounds, where the auction took place, most prayed for a good price.…