‘Tick-tock, tick-tock’ goes the clock in the bedroom he shares with no-one. He sees that it is time to rise and fetch his cows. His routine of fifty years, since he was eight, is to milk them at morn and again at night and he’s never been on holiday, nor taken a break from 13 acres and seven beasts. One for every day o’ the week’. Pat is short, stocky, and wide as a gate and he walks with feet...
