I was born in no 2 Old Hall in 1948. My father, a putter in the Dr pit, kept pigs at the bottom of the gardens ( fields really). Would bring pigs up to the Yard on Thurday night and kept in the old coal houses till saturday morning when Hay the Butcher would oversea the slaughter while mother was in the house with the wireless turned up full.. Couldnt go anywhere in the house without seeing a side of salted pork hanging up encased in white muslin.He later kept Rabbits, over 100 of them, again, for the table. Chicken was a luxury, way beyond our affordability. How times change, Brian T.