To the memory of Uncle Harold, a kind and gentle man. I still remember my summer holidays at Bolitho and receiving wages for (not really) doing a week's "farm work" although how he could entrust me with herding cows or driving a tractor I will never know. Particular memories include being washed in the stream after a falling flat on my face in the **** in the yard and, for Harold, the arrival of his first combine! Rest in peace.