We had to go to our nearest town, Northallerton, this morning and the farmer went into the Heating Centre to collect a parcel and I sat in the car in the car park. There were about a dozen other cars there and I found it interesting, as people came out of the centre, to speculate which car they would go to.
First came a lady, possibly in her seventies, but very smartly turned out. Hair grey, swept into a chignon held up by a tortoiseshell clip, black trousers and jacket, knee high red boots, she was slim and elegant. I guessed right - a Volvo sporty car a couple of years old.
Then came a middle-aged couple, both overweight, both wearing fleeces (I hate fleeces), both looking a bit scruffy - again I guessed right when they approached and got into an old banger.
A man in a check jacket and wearing green wellies - a Range Rover - right again.
At this point the farmer came out so the game was over, but we went into our Farming Merchant's shop next door to go up into their cafe for a coffee and a scone. Not surprisingly the cafe was full of 'farming types' all eating heartily. The food was good and definitely substantial - we had a scone each and they were huge and cheap! Anyone seeing these folk would know they were farming types.
All the way home I was thinking about how we project our image to people. If, like me, you have moved around the country, had various jobs and lived various life styles, then you must surely have developed several different persona. Does this make us more complex characters? Or do we just have a wider experience of life but possibly on a more superficial level.
The farmer is a farmer, is a farmer. He has never lived anywhere other than here on the farm, and all his experience has been in farming so that he has a deep knowledge of all things farming. My experience on the other hand, spans only twenty or so years.
All a bit complicated I know - and I am sorry if you think I am writing rubbish - but it really interests me, even if I am not putting it very well.