The hottest sunshine on record came to Wildacre Farm in 1971 Brian was spraying whilst Jackie was threshing the wheat all done by machine.
The crops were now picked by machine then loaded onto wagons everything was so much easier to do now.
Quality control meant that supermarkets demanded perfectly shaped vegetables now.
Tons of perfectly edible crops went to feed the animals. A lot of it was turned back into the land. This annoyed Brian a lot he had to come up with something to reduce the waste. He came up with a solution to feed the poorer in society. He called his new vegetable “Organic Wonky Vegetables” They were selling faster than the other vegetables. The had wholesalers come to the yard to pick up tons of fresh Organic Wonky vegetables which were sold on the open markets of London and France
Jackie incorporated the same concept for his fruit Oversized strawberries or apples, pears plums all went on to become “ Organic Wonkey Fruit” many bought into the idea because it saved millions of tons of waste every year. They were as tasty as any other fruit or vegetable but only half the price.
Brian had installed tanks that could produce cheese and that proved more productive than milk. “Wildacre Cheddar was sold all over Europe. His idea to grow asparagus and baby vegetables in poly tunnels for fancy restaurants proved a real winner. Vegetables didn’t have to grow to maturity to make fifty pence each (ten shillings)
Jackie’s plan to grow Tomatoes under poly tunnels was another great idea. They could grow them like grapes on a vine ten to fifteen feet high where they were watered and given organic feed to increase the yields. The tomatoes grown on Wildacre Farm produced 150.000 pounds of tomatoes a year. He supplied nearly all the major supermarkets with freshly washed and packed vegetables.
Strawberries and other fruits followed under the same idea.
Brian was on his way home one night when he spotted some travellers on his land.
He drove up in the tractor and was about to blast the owner when a girl came out of the wagon.
“Good afternoon she said; lovely day today isn’t it.’
“Yes what are you doing here?’
“I come from Romania; I’m looking for work?’
“Er well we might have something you can do; have you worked on a farm before?’
“Yes my father had a farm in Romania before the Germans came.’
“Where is your father now?’
“The Germans shot him and my mother because my father was working for the resistance.
“What’s your name?”