Anyone who thinks there is anything glamorous about being the wife of a farmer needs to read this. You see below the picture of my transport today.
I wished to spend the afternoon with friend M, and to this end asked the farmer if he could take me round there. (sadly I can no longer drive). He told me he was going that way anyway and I could have a lift with pleasure - there was a seat beside him in the tractor.
What he didn't tell me until I got outside and saw for myself, was that behind the tractor was the muck spreader.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. What an elegant vehicle to travel in. The lane is very bumpy and I had to hold on tightly. If you think I was inelegant getting up into the tractor you should have seen me getting out!
But the most colourful part of the whole afternoon was still to come. He collected me (again on the tractor and muck
spreader) but when we reached the lane end we kept going along the Main Road. We were going to the field to spread the last load of muck before it got dark, so my afternoon with M (which had been lovely by the way) ended by the farmer and I gliding slowly up and down the field spreading the last muck of the day.
Still I had a nice afternoon out and I am not proud - after all, beggars can't be choosers can they? Any ride is better than no ride at all and it is not everyone who can say they have been taken to visit a friend riding on a much spreader is it?