Seeing the photographs of the harvesting scenes on the Yesterday Once More page (The Press, June 20) brought many memories flooding back.

A cousin of my mother had been in the Land Army during the Second World War and was “stationed” on a farm in Suffolk and, as often happened with these young women, she married the farmer’s son.

In the mid-1950s (when I was in my early teens) we (Dad, Mum, my brother and I) would travel down to “Mary’s Farm” and spend two idyllic weeks there.

I well remember one particular holiday when an agricultural contractor arrived with his “threshing set” to thresh some stacks of corn. The whole “set” was, to my great delight, being towed by a traction engine.

The health and safety brigade of today would faint in horror at the sight of all the exposed belts and unguarded high-speed wheels, cogged and plain, whizzing round.

One of the most dangerous jobs was done by the man atop the machine, cutting the bands on the sheaves of corn before feeding them into the “drum”.

“George” said something I’ve never forgotten.

“Listen to it, Phil! It goes: ‘More, more, more,’ as it’s speeding round with no sheave in it, and then, when the band cutter feeds a sheave in, it goes ‘nuff’ (enough).”

Sure enough, his graphic explanation was exactly as he'd described it.

Thank you, Stephen Lewis, for enabling me to delve back into my memory banks and relive a bit of my long ago “youth”.

Philip Roe, Roman Avenue South, Stamford Bridge.