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Re-incarnation as someone else even.
Basically we all have faith in somthing
I was under the impression that bovine TB was introduced to badgers first via cattle? Someone put me right if that isn't the case.
Anyone know?
dunno chicken and egg situation really - the fact is probably lost in the anus of time so it's imatesticle now. What matters is, they have it now. TB in humans was more or less wiped out in this country by a combination of better living conditions and rigorous testing and culling of infected cattle, especially dairy cattle.I was under the impression that bovine TB was introduced to badgers first via cattle?
dunno chicken and egg situation really - the fact is probably lost in the anus of time so it's imatesticle now. What matters is, they have it now. TB in humans was more or less wiped out in this country by a combination of better living conditions and rigorous testing and culling of infected cattle, especially dairy cattle.
dunno chicken and egg situation really - the fact is probably lost in the anus of time so it's imatesticle now. What matters is, they have it now. TB in humans was more or less wiped out in this country by a combination of better living conditions and rigorous testing and culling of infected cattle, especially dairy cattle.
I thought it was virtually eradicated in cattle, before the badgers became protected. .
As a child we bought milk direct from the village farm but this had to stop because of the TB control regime being introduced. TT milk deliveries by a milkman became our sole source.
My uncle sold milk direct from the farm (bottled and delivered to the doorstep) and until the craze for pasteurised milk took off, my father continued selling his milk when he took over the milk rounds. Just before Dad died my cousin and I were rummaging around in the loft above the cowshed (hoping to find more .577/.450 ammunition) and we found a box of foil milk bottle caps with the farm's name and the title AATT milk printed on them, my father explained that the TT stood for Tubercilin Tested and the AA was they hygiene status of the dairy 'A' denoted that the dairy was of an acceptable standard and 'AA' meant that the milk could be sold direct from the farm.
I remember finding an old milk bottle from Grandads time selling milk (probably !940-50s), printed with "Tuberclin tested" on the bottle. They were of a sort which took cardboard discs for the top.
Dad sold a couple of cans of our CI milk a day to a local boarding school, this had to stop & milk bought in when pasteurising came in, probably mid sixties.
I promptly took my sled up to uncle Dai's loaded it with a can of milk and went round the houses selling the milk 'loose' I made a fortune those two winters
That would take milk deliveries back a couple of generations.
Could it be done now?
Only in a few places maybe, very few dairy herds around here now and not one in my families village, where there used to be 10 herds in or nearby.
I remember finding an old milk bottle from Grandads time selling milk (probably !940-50s), printed with "Tuberclin tested" on the bottle.
I must be old enough to be your gran, then .......sigh.
I remember as a child, our milk was delivered by the milkman with his horse and cart. All the kids used to rush out to pet the nag and the milkman was always followed by a gaggle of excited children while his horse munched quietly inside his nose bag. The odd daft gardener used to appear at the horses back end too
Me as well .. our milk in Yorkshire was delivered by a horse pulled milk float - the horse knew which houses to stop at and the milkman didn't need to lead him - just walked alongside taking the bottles to the step when the horse stopped.
We also had a weekly fruit and vegetable man who came round - Joe Brindley - (to our street) every Saturday morning with a horse drawn dray full of fruit and veg - he sold vinegar out of a barrel - you had to take your own bottle out to get it filled. It was a unique smell that came from the cart - if I close my eyes and think about it the memory of the smell comes back - getting on for 60 years ago now. But the best memory is the Frys Five Boys chocolate bar that I could buy from him for 6d ... or a Mars bar that was about twice the size it is now and also 6d - and on frosty Saturday mornings you could barely get your teeth into it ! Much harder chocoloate than the pap they sell these days ... I think I'm turning into my Father ?
while his horse munched quietly inside his nose bag. The odd daft gardener used to appear at the horses back end too
of course, in season the Breton onion sellers would sail into Swansea and come round on their pushbikes.
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