The ruined farm I explored a little in my last post intrigued me. From my OS map I could see it was called Heathfield. A little googling later and I discovered...
This site which contains a little collection of memories from writer Betty McKellar who once lived on the farm. She desciribes herself as a city girl and on marrying the farmer she moved to Heathfield farm in 1956...
" No tractor, no machinery; hay was cut with the scythe. Sheep were
clipped by hand in the reciprocal neighbouring system which turned out
to be the great social gathering of the sheep-farming year. The house
cow lived in a byre through the side door from the kitchen. You could
smell her as you went about your chores. I learnt to milk her like the
dairy maids from the story books of my childhood, sitting on a
three-legged wooden stool with my head against her flank, and squeezing
her fat teats so that her milk frothed into a luggie between my knees. I
remember the big shallow milk binds in the dairy with the layers of
cream on top that I skimmed and churned into butter in the barrel-shaped
butter churn, ca'in the handle."
And this site describes how in the winter of 1942 an aeroplane crashed on nearby moorland. A shepherd only discovered the wreckage three weeks after the crash happened. The bodies of the three airmen were brought back via pony and sledge over the wintry moors to a makeshift mortuary at Heathfield farm.
It's wonderful what you can find out on the internet!
I still haven't found just when it was abandoned though. Sometime since 1956 so fairly recent really considering the state of it now.
Here are some more of the photos I took...