Ty Draw Farm
I think my first introduction to the farm was as a boy of nine or ten when Mrs Lovett would ask me to go over the farm and get her a large jug of fresh milk. She had come to live with her family in Rhigos from a farm near Aberaeron and missed the taste of the really fresh milk straight from the cow. It cost one shilling for a jug full and she would give me a brass threepenny bit for going.
From then on we got to know the farmer, Alwyn Ty Draw as we knew him but his surname was really Davies. He was great to us kids from the Bryn and I learned a lot from him. He had a dapple grey pony named Dick who we would ride if we could catch him. My first driving was on a grey Davey Brown tractor, down the field that you can see behind the Dutch barn.
In June it was
round up time and the farmers from around would scour the mountain side for all
the sheep for shearing. Us kids would help and get to ride the ponies and drove
the sheep but the dogs did most of it. I remember one dog (Meg) that I think me
and my brother named when it was a pup, which became one of Alwyn’s
On shearing day a lamb was cooked on a spit and a barrel of cider was kept in the barn, and boys being boys, well you can guess the rest. I don’t think Alwyn ever knew and I've never liked cider since.
As you can see in the photo shearing was all done by hand. Although this photo was taken at Beili Glas farm it was the same at Ty Draw. Us kids would gather the wool and roll it and act as doctor when a sheep got nicked by the shears. A huge sack was hung from the rafters in the barn and the rolls of wool packed in it.
Diane Allen has sent in this photo of her
brother Chris over at Ty Draws farm
sat on a fine looking horse there must be many more out there
(contributed by Diane