Airs ‘n Graces
NextBackOn certain limited days of the year, Raymond would dress up in his sartorial best. Sporting a yellow Rupert Bear waistcoat, a brown corduroy coat, matching trousers and highly polished gaiters, he would clamber into his Standard Vanguard and disappear up the lane to wherever. On these occasions he was Raymond Harper, Dairy Farmer of note, just as it said on the side of the milk float. It was on these occasions that a strange, out of character sort of talking posh, would be heard with emphasised aitches! Whether being the sole proprietor of a motley herd of knock kneed Ayrshire cows, and a prison camp of captive chickens impressed the seriously rich, one will never know, but at least the aspirations were there!
