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🔴 I had £52 left, vet bills stacking up, and collectors ringing me every day. That night in the milking shed changed everything. 🔴 My name's Liam Carter. I'm 34. I'm from the UK. I work on a dairy farm down in Somerset, near a little place called Ashill. Early mornings. Mud up to my knees. Cold so deep it hurts your bones. Same routine every single day. Been doing it around 8 years now. Milking cows at 4am, cleaning sheds, checking feed, helping with calving — whatever needs doing. You name it. Money was never amazing, but it got us by. About £2,200 a month if the hours were good. If the owner was in a good mood. My girlfriend, Chloe, had stopped working after our baby, Maisie, was born. We thought we'd manage somehow… just until things settled down. But then everything started falling apart. Winter 2025 wasn't just cold. It was cruel. Feed prices went through the roof. Hours got cut. The farm owner kept delaying overtime because "the business was struggling". I remember standing in the shed one morning, pitch black outside, porridge for breakfast again, and thinking: "This is it, then." Maybe that sounds normal to some people… but when you've got a partner and a kid at home — it's terrifying. Then our old Vauxhall Astra died completely. Gearbox gone. Just like that. One morning I turned the key and it made this horrible grinding noise — like an animal in pain. Repair quote: £2,700. And out here, in the middle of nowhere, without a car? You're finished. No way to get to the farm for 4am shifts. No buses. No mates to rely on forever. Just a long, wet walk down country lanes in the dark. Every day that car sat there broken, I was losing money. At first I used my overdraft. Then a credit card. Then a proper loan from the bank — the kind where the bloke on the phone sounds friendly but you know he's just ticking boxes. I kept telling myself: "Just survive this month and things will calm down." But they didn't. More
