“We went to a pig sale and came back as fledgling antiquarian book dealers. Two years previously I had returned from Africa and started working for the National Farmer’s Union or NFU as everybody called it. I met Sue in 1962. Finding somewhere to live was a problem because literally there was nowhere to let and the thought of buying a house and being lumbered with a big mortgage was alien to our philosophy.  Eventually we took over the tenancy of a small twenty- acre farm, complete with a house, for the grandiose sum of £120 per year or about two pounds and fifty pence a week.”