When it came in, back in the mid 1970s, it was supposed to save energy, or something. It was a response to the First Oil Shock. Either that or something to do with decimalisation.
It all happened around the same time.
It’s all been downhill since then. Hare Krishnas and grievance counsellors everywhere. Bring back the bloody old days, least you knew where you were.
It was a bugger getting the cows in to the shed, when daylight saving started. The old Jerseys were well trained, and if they were in a paddock close to the shed you could leave the gate open at night and they’d wander down in time.
First year of daylight saving, I still remember trying to get these bloody cows to wake up. They weren’t moving: they knew damn well it was too bloody early and they wanted another hour’s shuteye.
Can’t say I blamed them.
Milk production dropped that first week, until we’d all adjusted. The thing is, we didn’t have the option of just milking them a bit later, because if we did we’d either hold the tanker up, or he’d just miss us.
After that first year we used to phase them in, getting them up 10 minutes earlier every couple of days for a fortnight before daylight saving kicked in.