Mark Gregg was our neighbor until about 1970 when he had to sell the farm for some reason. It was always rumoured that something underhand had happened forcing him to sell . We used to meet him when we walked across the fields to school . It was a traditional farm with ricks of hay thatched in the field with a hay knife being used to cut benches of hay when feeding out . Turnips being grown to feed sheep and lovely meadows with wildflowers that would warm an environmentalists heart . We used to tie knots in the grass tracks to trip up the girls . Barley stubbles were torn up and thrown at opposing gangs . Sometimes it was Castletown and Graiguenaspideog against Moyle but alliances could change and your own side could turn traitor and you would end up running away amidst a hail of stubbles and clay .
Mark went and worked for Matt Clearey in the shop . He was a gentleman and always enquired for news of the area
He was the subject of a Court Case that is studied by most people doing a law degree . The jist of it was that a relative was not fit to make a will leaving him the farm and an aunt was trying to steer the farm her direction .
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