Today the farmer got what is for him the ultimate in boys' toys - he changed his 'best' tractor for a more powerful model, which now stands proudly in the shed. He has driven it up and down the yard a couple of times - that's all. But he is rather pleased with it.
By the time it was all sorted out the light had gone, so a photograph will have to wait until tomorrow. The increased power will mean that he can pulled heavier weights up hills (e.g. a full slurry tanker up a hilly field).
As far as I am concerned a tractor is a tractor is a tractor - but then I have never driven one. The farmer did once try to give me a lesson and let me drive across the field, but when we approached a bridge across the beck I just put my hands over my eyes (I dare not cross the narrow bridge) - so that was that - I never tried again.
My post is short today as I am waiting for a phone call. My daughter in law was taken into hospital last night for tests and my son is with her and will ring when there is any news. So these are quite worrying times. I just hope that everything will be well for her.