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DAVE BANGS sees all socialist notions long gone from farming communities overridden by mega farms and agricultural monopolies
TIMES GONE BY: Ponnies fro sale, Isaac and Chris Evans at the New Barn farm in USK, 1988
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ISAAC EVANS has gone now. He died in 2006.
Yet when I visit my mate Chris, his son, who now runs the farm alone, his dad is alive in my mind. How could he not be? He was such a big presence, with his beard and his cap, and at one stage a dowsing stick, talking the hind leg off a donkey, as he always did. And how often do you meet a socialist farmer?
When I recently visited Chris I asked him to tell me how many socialist farmers he knew in this rolling Welsh border country east of Pontypool.
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