How did you get from Plymouth to Scotland?..
I see Plymouth from here
Two and a quarter cwts here too, and 20 stone of beans.
Reading this, I've come to the conclusion that they're all big girl's blouses in between us!
And my grandfather was definitely the one shifting the sacks at least as much as anyone. 1cwt bags was the only size I ever had to contend with.
They still use Molasses to stop the bags moving about when on the pallet.Not a really old memory, but I do remember trying to help unload 50kg fert bags which were always sticky.
Blue bags with sticky brown glue all over them.
That was very modern. ICI bags on pallets no less, with glue to hold the bags tight on the pallets.Not a really old memory, but I do remember trying to help unload 50kg fert bags which were always sticky.
Blue bags with sticky brown glue all over them.
That was very modern. ICI bags on pallets no less, with glue to hold the bags tight on the pallets.
They were sold loose-loaded on flatbeds before then. My first memories of fertiliser was unloading truckloads of 50kg bags and carrying them into a barn and stacking them to the ceiling, using bags on the floor to make steps three bags high to get the height. Then lifting them off the floor in season, now covered in rat sh!t, and up over the top of a 7 bag Vicon Varispreader.
I remember doing 14 tons over three days on my own when I was 13, which is probably how I got the bad back that has plagued me ever since off and on.
I vaguely remember my dad and his grey MF spinner, which can’t have held more than three or four hundredweight, using paper bags, multi-layer, and opening them by throwing them on the spike built into a bar across the hopper just for the job of splitting the bags. I remember the fertiliser bags being carried by trailer to the fields because of the tiny hopper capacity, and the carelessness with which the bags were often left to blow away in the wind. This carried on for a while with plastic bags and until very recently I found the occasional Shellstar and Fisons bag in the corner of fields, lost for years in the bushes.
Yup! been there-got the Tshirt-used it to mop my blood off the floor.That was very modern. ICI bags on pallets no less, with glue to hold the bags tight on the pallets.
They were sold loose-loaded on flatbeds before then. My first memories of fertiliser was unloading truckloads of 50kg bags and carrying them into a barn and stacking them to the ceiling, using bags on the floor to make steps three bags high to get the height. Then lifting them off the floor in season, now covered in rat sh!t, and up over the top of a 7 bag Vicon Varispreader.
I remember doing 14 tons over three days on my own when I was 13, which is probably how I got the bad back that has plagued me ever since off and on.
I vaguely remember my dad and his grey MF spinner, which can’t have held more than three or four hundredweight, using paper bags, multi-layer, and opening them by throwing them on the spike built into a bar across the hopper just for the job of splitting the bags. I remember the fertiliser bags being carried by trailer to the fields because of the tiny hopper capacity, and the carelessness with which the bags were often left to blow away in the wind. This carried on for a while with plastic bags and until very recently I found the occasional Shellstar and Fisons bag in the corner of fields, lost for years in the bushes.
I had terrible back pain while at college at one point. Had my first of three slip discs at 27. I passed out with pain while having a pee and hit my head on the bath I remember.@Cowabunga I could have written your first paragraph exactly the same, lifting those 50kg bags off the floor set like a brick screwed my back too, ended up with a slipped disc and have never been 100% since !
I had terrible back pain while at college at one point. Had my first of three slip discs at 27. I passed out with pain while having a pee and hit my head on the bath I remember.
Last time I had it really bad was about six years ago in the dealers shop when I was literally brought to my knees right there.
It’s been ok for most of the time between boughts but funnily enough I’ve had twinges over Christmas.
Trouble is, we, certainly I, wanted to do it. But 50kgs off the floor, or probably at all, at that age was too much. Fathers should have said ‘no’.Hi cowabunga I’ve been going to the chiropractor for the past 6 years which has helped a lot but maybe if our fathers had said don’t lift those bags when we were young teens we maybe not stuffing as much
That was very modern. ICI bags on pallets no less, with glue to hold the bags tight on the pallets.
They were sold loose-loaded on flatbeds before then. My first memories of fertiliser was unloading truckloads of 50kg bags and carrying them into a barn and stacking them to the ceiling, using bags on the floor to make steps three bags high to get the height. Then lifting them off the floor in season, now covered in rat sh!t, and up over the top of a 7 bag Vicon Varispreader.
I remember doing 14 tons over three days on my own when I was 13, which is probably how I got the bad back that has plagued me ever since off and on.
I vaguely remember my dad and his grey MF spinner, which can’t have held more than three or four hundredweight, using paper bags, multi-layer, and opening them by throwing them on the spike built into a bar across the hopper just for the job of splitting the bags. I remember the fertiliser bags being carried by trailer to the fields because of the tiny hopper capacity, and the carelessness with which the bags were often left to blow away in the wind. This carried on for a while with plastic bags and until very recently I found the occasional Shellstar and Fisons bag in the corner of fields, lost for years in the bushes.