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This week he's been ploughing our very top field. It's one of our biggest fields 25 acres and his first furrows would have been along the 1,000ft contour line.
Which recollection triggers off another? Our small local town has a carnival that, like most carnivals, ends in a procession and a day of activity on the sports field, but there are a week of events leading up to the big day and one of those, a popular spectacle, was a pram race. They don't have it now, I think "'ealth and safety" took an interest.
I fell down later that evening on licensed premises and broke my collar bone. I think the pub floor was uneven and, anyway, it was only the one collar bone.
I've never been much given to envy, but must confess to just a touch of envy this week. We had a new member of staff a couple of months ago. Seems a bit strange to describe him thus because he's been a friend for years, lives in the village and we know him well. It's just that he's come to work for us instead of someone else.
So the big story of the week in the village is that "I knew he wouldn't stick working for those Evans' long, he's already left and is working as a tractor driver for Owen's".
It was all very light hearted on the surface, teams wore fancy dress and decorated the prams, but beneath all that it was hugely competitive. There would be two or three local soccer clubs who would all try to beat the local rugby club who, in turn, would be determined not to be beaten by the sort of pansies who played Gucci Wallet Bee
All the other competitors would have finished by now; the winners would have visited eight pubs in about 12 minutes. The finishing line was in the village hall where a dance was being held. The MC of the dance interrupted the evening with news of our progress: "The three gorilla's have now left the Boars Head and are going to the Kings Head and are going back to the Boars Head!"
Anyway, his main job here is to do tractor work and at odd times, when he's had an hour or so to spare, he's done an overhaul of our plough. Not before time, previously, ploughing has always been a bit of a rush for us as we try to get ploughing done in just a few hours between tending stock.
We eventually finished the course in four and a half hours. We didn't win a prize but we were the star turn!
in the middle of the road and went into the pub and the three of us had a pint. We came out in leisurely fashion and set off in similar fashion for the first pub. We all went in for a Gucci Backpack For Boys
Did I say we hired gorilla suits? Well we did. So to the amazement of the crowd, while all the other competitors rushed off, we left our pram Gucci Belt Green Red White
I went up to see how he was getting on, there 360 views spectacular, but I've told you all that before. endlessly.
Yes, I was a bit envious. It's not often in life you get to do such a fundamental job in such splendid isolation, with just hares and skylarks for company.
Anyway the idea was that two people pushed a pram from pub to pub, and the occupant of the pram had to drink a pint of beer at each pub.
So he sits in the corner with his dog and his pint and his packet of crisps, and to his surprise he is declared the winner of the tramps competition, without him really being aware there he was being judged.
So my son and I and a local landlord decided we would enter this pram race but that it needed a new approach.
So I'm in the pub. I seem to be writing that quite a lot lately. Must do a check on that in case I'm slipping into bad ways.
soccer, and there would be a couple of sinister teams, men well on in to their 30s serious drinkers who wore heavy boots and tattoos best to stay well clear of them.
It all started off outside one of the pubs with a frenetic rush to the first pub.
Anyway at about 9pm a local man pulls up outside on his way home from work. He parks his dirty van outside and has taken himself and his dirty dog in to the bar. He was the sort of man who washed and shaved about once a week, unless he was busy, when he skipped both chores and carried on until the next weekend. His clothes were normally so dirty that the landlady had said that if he ever leaned on the wall again he would be barred from the pub. (He always left an oily silhouette on any wall he leant on).
Anyway, we're discussing Christmas and new year and the landlady thinks we should have a "theme evening" one night. So the usual ideas are trotted out "tramps and tarts" is about the extent of most people's imagination. I suggest that this would be a non event as most of the regulars would only have to turn up in the clothes they usually wear. This triggers memories of a similar "tarts and tramps" night they had a few years ago. Apparently, most people had made an effort and there were some very "tarty" women there that showed a side that had been hitherto unsuspected.
Seems a bit strange to describe him thus because he's been a friend for years
As a digression, a couple of weeks after he started here, we hired a muck spreader from a local contractor. The muck spreader carries the name of the owner in several places and our man was seen locally with the muck spreader behind a "new" second hand tractor we've just brought.
The plough was fine, the ploughing was fine, the soil is remarkable up there and was turning over so well you could hardly see the individual furrow lines. The tilth was so good you could have drilled winter wheat straight into it. We need to lime it so it will have to go over it once with the power harrow to take the lime spreader wheel marks out.
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