FORD MARCHES ON
... ONCE UPON A TIME Slowly, laboriously, the plough-horse plods its way across the heavy soil. To and fro it passes, part of the old picturesque landscape of our country. For many farms are still not mechanised. Britain is at peace. What need for hurry But over the seas the clouds are darkening. Then September Third, 1939. Britain is at war. The U-boats are out. Will Britain starve? From one of ...