Daydream fund challenge part 4

Davesnave wrote: »

Good that Mr L did no permanent damage.

I think this would be the Festival JoJo was referring to :beer:: http://www.blackdownbeerfestival.co.uk/

Looks like a good time, if you have the bladder for it! I vaguely remember the days when bouncing up and down, squashed in a crowd was normal. I can still take any amount of volume, but only in the ears!:rotfl:

Forgot to say, Horse Woman's place has dropped many thousands after no one showed any interest in it. When they come down another £25k, it'll be about right.

Close, Dave - it's Beautiful Days in Ottery St Mary.

Today, I have been mostly fixing a brush harvester. Last year, the person who used it didn't bother to remove the debris wrapped around the brushes, with the result that (having ensured it was going nowhere), I was underneath the thing retrieving great clumps of dried bramble, bits of tree and huge clumps of long grass that had turned pretty much into cordage.

The very nice elderly farmer convinced the guy who was going to be pulling it along that putting some fresh fuel, adding a dab of oil and pumping the tires up to something more than 6psi would assist it in working, too. After that, he loaded a couple of bales of green hay onto the other trailer and, with a little encouragement to speak his mind, he stressed that the seed collection needed to be completed today because it's sunny today - the operator was saying we could leave the bales and seed collection until Friday if it wasn't finished (due to having to get the thing working in the first place).

I then spent a rather nice lunch watching him bounce the harvester up and down the fields before bagging up the seeds. Then we had to broadcast it over chalk scrapes (which was the point of doing it in the first place) and then the hay got laid out on another.


When I got back and met Himself (as he very kindly texted to say he was in the pub and there was a pint waiting for me), his incredibly romantic comments consisted of telling me I looked and smelled like I'd been living in a rabbit hutch. Thanks, mate, just think yourself lucky I looked where I was putting my feet, or it would have been a sheep byre instead. And then I took my hat off and a clump of hay drifted down, and my small bag (phone for emergencies and photos, plus tick twisters) has inexplicably filled itself so it looks like there's a birds' nest in there..


His amusement sealed his fate. He's now making tea.

My new boots are great - can't do them up quite as tightly as I'd like yet, as the leather hasn't quite softened on the top bit, so the laces have come undone a couple of times, but the actual fit of the heel and width is perfect, even at the end of the day. I am, however, very aware that my clothing is rubbish. Cheap jeans from Primark are no match for bramble, dog rose, thistle or anything else. I need to get some proper work trousers, I think. Trouble is, I'm rather squidgy in the middle, so ladies' stuff rarely goes anywhere near me and my 'waist' measurement is somewhat fluid depending upon what you actually mean.

I agree with Maggie

Sounds like you're having a fabulous time Jojo.

I was a bit further southwest than you last week, on the coast.

This time I came back via Tintinhull Gardens and acquired a few more plants... which are now planted. The garden is starting to look like a garden.

Maybe I should be stopping off at Dave's to stock up sometime.