"Reflections" A Collection of Writing by students in Bray and Wicklow Collection 1 | Page 14

Summer Holidays on the Farm
By Gerald Fisher
Every summer holidays I went to my Uncle Ned’s farm in Wicklow. I
have many happy memories of those times.
One of my memories is stacking bales of hay with my cousins. We
stacked them in threes to let them dry for a few weeks.
Then we would collect them. As we collected them, rabbits would run
out and we would chase them.
Sometimes at night we were woken by the noise of wild geese. As
they were flying over, they heard the farm geese and this drew
them in to the yard.
We used to have to get water for the house in galvanized buckets
from the well in the bog.