Sandy on Sonadora today

June morning garden at Terstan

Heifers on a June morning

Morning Horses

Sonadora, Chocles and Capitan having a lie-in

A Hundred Years of Burnfields in Longstock

by

Alexander (Sandy) Burnfield

My grandfather, Alexander Burnfield, was born in Caputh, Little Dunkeld, Perthshire. He first became a Blacksmith and then after learning Latin from a Dominie - a country schoolmaster who was also a Presbyterian minister - he qualified as a Vet from the Royal Dick Veterinary College, Edinburgh. He married Isabella Mary Young and they had three sons – Robert, my “Uncle Bob” - Alexander “Alister”, my father - and David, who became “Uncle Bunt.” A fourth brother, James - born between my father and Uncle Bunt - died from diphtheria aged eighteen months – the family was grief stricken and little Jimmy has never been forgotten.

The Foreigners

100 years ago my grandfather and his family travelled down to Southampton from Dundee in a potato boat. It was quite rough and all apart from my father, a little boy of 6 years old, were sick. Their destination was Hazeldown Farm in Longstock, and my grandfather left behind a thriving Veterinary practice, a Blacksmiths and Farriers business and his position as a Baillie (councillor) in the Perthshire town of Crieff. He had decided to move to England because he was advised to stop working so hard for medical reasons and to avoid long and hilly journeys through the glens in his pony and trap on Veterinary business. But the reason he came to Longstock was because his wife’s brother, David Young, farmed at Westover in Lower Clatford and had sent him word that Hazeldown Farm was for sale. Although the family travelled by boat to Southampton, their car (rare in those days) and furniture came by train to Stockbridge Station – (or was it Fullerton?)

When they arrived at Hazeldown my father was 6, Uncle Bob was 9 and Uncle Bunt was 18 months old. The family continued to keep in close touch with their family connections in Scotland and my father went back to farm there, once for a three year spell when in his thirties. Apparently we, the Burnfields, were known as The Foreigners in Longstock for about 30 years! Certainly there are many stories of locals not understanding the broad Scots accent they brought with them. By all accounts my grandfather was easy going and sociable but my grandmother Isabella could be fierce and sharp tongued, and was very hard working, expecting others to work hard too. A few years later my great grandmother, Marjory Burnfield, joined the family to live in a specially built cottage next to Hazeldown Farm – where “Brommer” Webb now lives.

Captain Alexander Burnfield MRCVS of the Black Watch

The three boys went to school in Longstock and then Andover Grammar School. During the First World War my grandfather was in the Black Watch (Scottish Highland Regiment). Captain Alex. Burnfield served in the Veterinary Corps and his duties included vetting horses at Windmill Hill Down, near Tidworth, before shipment to France for use by the Army. Sometimes a horse would be in-foal and these were often taken to Hazeldown for safekeeping, and only returned when the foals had been born. These apparently remained at Hazeldown!

My mother Joan Bright first met my father when he was accompanying his father on a veterinary visit to her father, John Bright, who farmed at Bossington, Houghton. They married in 1943 at the little Bossington Church of St James (where I was later christened.) They used the same horse-drawn gig for their wedding as my father’s own parents had done for their own wedding, and that my sister Jane and her husband rode in years later for theirs. This gig is in Isobel’s safekeeping awaiting its next call to duty.

A. Burnfield and Sons Ltd.

By this time the three brothers had bought two more farms so that each could have one of their own. Uncle Bob lived at Little Ann Bridge Farm, Andover and Uncle Bunt at Windover Farm at the Stockbridge end of Longstock. My father lived at Hazeldown together with my mother and my brothers Rob and David and sisters Isobel and Jane. Our Uncle Bob and Uncle Bunt never had children of their own but were very much involved with us and our education. Uncle Bob died in 1958 and eventually the three farms became our family business - A. Burnfield and Sons Ltd. (A. Burnfield being our grandfather and the sons, his three boys - Dad, Uncle Bob and Uncle Bunt.) Our grandfather and Uncle Bob had died by then so the farming business was run by Dad and Uncle Bunt, and then later by my brother David and sisters Isobel and Jane.

When Mr Lewis (of Partnership fame) came to Longstock he sometimes invited my parents to tea with him – on these occasions he and my father argued about lots of things – he had been very pleased when the family bought Windover Farm and did not bid against us – he assumed that they would move there and he could buy Hazeldown – but to his chagrin we kept both! My father learnt a variety of smithing and veterinary skills from his father – and spent many hours in the Shop at Hazeldown mending broken parts and fixing stuff generally on the farm – I used to be his boy when he was working on the blacksmiths forge at Hazeldown, and worked the bellows for him.

I was the oldest and decided I wanted to be a doctor rather than join the farm – my brother Rob studied law, and is now a Tribunal Judge in Southampton. I thought my father and Uncle Bunt would not be pleased – but they were very accepting – and said every Scottish family should have a doctor and a lawyer in it. My father pointed out that his grandmother Marjory’s first cousins were the brothers Sir James Mackenzie and Lord Amulree, brought up on a farm near Crieff. James was a famous Heart Specialist and inventor of the venous-arterial Polygraph (precursor of the ECG) while his brother had been a renowned constitutional lawyer.

The extended clan and Longstock connections

So Isobel, Jane and David now manage our family business. Hard working and inventive in true Burnfield style they are managing to adapt the farming enterprise to the 21^st century – the farms will be totally organic and managed even more environmentally by 2008. From the first our family has always had close connections to the villagers of Longstock and involvement in village activities. My youngest brother David, following in the footsteps of both our father and grandfather, is currently serving the community as Chairman of the Longstock Parish Council.

We have been well supported by the men and women who have worked and still work on the farms – they have become friends and honorary members of the clan and they are an integral part of the farming enterprise. Foremost among these is “Brommer” - Alfred Webb - who first came to work for us when he was 14. He is still working for us, now part time, and his service has been continuous for the last 76 years without a break. Brommer, now aged 90, has known all the Burnfields and he is a link for us between the generations as well as being an entertaining historian of Burnfield times.

There are lots of younger Burnfields about nowadays, but I think they should be included in the next article in this series which will be due in 2107 and titled 200 years of Burnfields in Longstock.

May 2007

Ridiculous Sandy

I dance to honour my direct descent from Somerled. My Y DNA sequence (R1a1 - Old Norse Haplogroup) has been put throgh a database and shows than Somhairle Mor Mac Ghillebridhe was a paternal ancestor in the direct male line - he was progenitor to the Chiefs of the MacDonald, Douglas and MacAllister Clans, and was the first Lord of the Isles. 

Liz and Della with Chocolate de la Suiza

Steff

Steff is now 12, oldest of Sarah's kids, and our second oldest grandchild. I took this because we had found my digital Camera and we were seeing if the batteries were still acive - they only lasted for this one shot and a very short video she did. They are charging up now.... 

Me taken by the "Van Gogh" Studio at the Arcade in Lyme...

 

A January morning at Lyme Regis

Paul and I had a great few days at Lyme, meeting Nomad and Mary on a couple of occasions. This is a view of the Cobb end at Lyme taken from walking along the "new" shinlge beach. 

Daffodills at Terstan on New Years Day 2007

A Very Good New Year to You!

Judging by the early flowering of these Daffodills lets hope it does not prove an even warmer year than 2006 - did you say something about "Global Warming....? At the moment it is warm, windy and wet - no one is going on about a drought anymore at least...As for snow, I almost forget what it was like. 

Goosander

Mergus merganser

These handsome diving ducks are a member of the sawbill family, so called because of their long, serrated bills, used for catching fish. A largely freshwater bird, the goosander first bred in the UK in 1871. It built up numbers in Scotland and then since 1970 it has spread across N England into wales, reaching SW England. Its love of salmon and trout has brought it into conflict with fishermen. It is gregarious, forming into flocks of several thousand in some parts of Europe.

Helen Deavin, of the RSPB, Penny's Goddaughter, identified this on the Test at Terstan yesterday - I have not seen it before.

Mum having her Guinness this morning

 

Jessie on Sonadora, with Dad Wayne

 

Birthday Boy Alex on Sonadora

 

Morning Glory

 

Sandy, Steph, Sonadora, Penny and Artemisia

 

Sonadora and her foal Artemisia at Terstan

 

Wise words from Rio of Lyme Psychics

Knowledge is someone else's attempt to pass on their experience and the sad thing is this is a form of second hand learning that rarely gets to sink to the readers heart because it isn't a personal experience.

It has been my experience that the things that the heart remembers are the real experiences as opposed to second hand knowledge. It is the latter that tends to fade in the mind.

I mean those studying for exams are encouraged to read and re read until the knowledge sticks, whereas something each of us experience directly is easily remembered.

You only have to think about how vivid childhood memories are, to see what I mean.

Apologies, however, for trying to impress my experiences on you in an attempt to share the knowledge with you.

The Old Man's Wish - good one Walter

If I live to grow old, as I find I go down,
Let this be my fate in a country town;
May I have a warm house, with a stone at my gate,
And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate.
May I govern my passions with an absolute sway,
Grow wiser and better as my strength wears away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.

- The Old Man's Wish –

WALTER POPE English physician, astronomer and writer
(1630 - 1714)