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I ive never herd of contractors putting tyres on the clamp, they just go to next job round here...
Was fencing other day give me a brew and coc bar
Was fencing other day give me a brew and coc bar
Used to cut hedges on a place like that. Go in for breakfast on arrival before doing any work you 6would get a fry up. Then at 10.30 tea and biscuits brought out to field. In for full 3 course dinner , soup, main and desert with tea/coffee. Come 4 pm youd see the farm car heading down the farm track out to any workers in the fields with tea and sandwiches. After getting through all that lot l managed to slip home unnoticed only to be scolded the following day for not going in for supper before going homeTotally different but if ever I go to help any of my neighbours out I am bombarded with coffee/dinners and tea. God forbid if you do a shift at silage time with them, I can't work after I've had dinner.
I once was hauling bales on a 3:30 round trip, included loading up and unloading/stacking at the other end. At every return I was handed a small hamper of sandwiches (I say small, it was enough to feed me and the lad for a day). At the end of the day 3 trips later, old John asked us in for tea. Full meal, no messing was lovely. Granted I don't ask much to help them out as they help me too but I always answer the phone.
I also remember last year rowing up for a neighbour, at dinner time I was greeted by the mother with sausage butties and coffee, as much as I could eat. I went just round the corner the week after and was greeted with sweet fanny adams all day, don't even think I got a thank you for that one. Needless to say my butties were added onto the bill
People are weird as it goes but like @ollie989898 said 99% of folk are grand it's just the others.... It takes fudge all to give someone a brew and I find it rude if someone doesn't, take their money and be done with it
You are in Yorkshire mind
Bollxxks to em.Once we were silaging on a farm that I’d never been there before.
Following the chopper into the yard I parked my tractor and trailer and joined the boys who had gathered outside the house.
Being the stupid 16 year old I listened to the bosses son “the farmers wife has said go in and sit down and tuck in, we are going to wash our hands in the outhouse and wait for dad (the chopper driver).
In I trotted and sat down to boiled ham, mash and parsley sauce. There was four plates on the table and I thought we were eating first and the family were eating after. How wrong I was [emoji17].
A voice bellowed from behind me “would you like sauce with that!!” I turned to see the farmer and his wife looking daggers at me from the doorway.
It’s sad to say that it didn’t click with me until after the first trailer, loader and rake tractors screamed passed the window that I realised we didn’t get invited in for supper.
I ran out and ran passed the chopper to the howls of the boss pi$$ing himself with laughter. I have never lived it down.
For those not in the know, Ceredigion - home of FT - is famed throughout Wales for the generosity of its people... honest.
Yes, heard something like that. And then there are the more modern ones, such as how two Cardis invented wire by fighting over a penny they had found...
2 of my grandparents are from Cardigan farming stock, it wasn’t often there was lights on in the house....
An old saying in the west is the farmers from Brecon and Radnor would survive where a Raven would starve
That’s brilliant!Yes, heard something like that. And then there are the more modern ones, such as how two Cardis invented wire by fighting over a penny they had found...
Bollxxks to em.
Bet you had your come back?
Sort of
We were muck spreading on a local farm a few weeks later. I grew up down the road from this farm so knew them well.
All morning the bosses son who was on the loader was taking the mick about what had happened and he came on the cb saying the farmers wife had said to go in for dinner.
I went in after the other two (who were giggling away) but I took my sandwiches. The table was beautifully presented and the farmers wife was standing there in all her glory waring a pair of overalls that had more sh!t on it than my west spreader
The giggles turned into a deftly silence when they noticed the tom cat drinking out of the milk jug that was in the middle of the table with dribbles and hairs falling back in!
She said in her beautiful low gruff voice “who wants bread?” Before they could answer she grabbed the loaf, put it under her armpit and buttered the top bit and cut a slice. She literally threw the thing on the plate complete with the most juiciest pice of cow sh$t.
I gave my apologies and said I had to eat my sandwiches or my mother would hit the roof. I sat there chuckling to myself while the other two eat in silence.
It was great, he overfilled the spreaders to finish quicker and raced back to the yard. He only just made it, he was like a cork screw when he got out! they were off work for three days with a dicky belly!!!!
Once we were silaging on a farm that I’d never been there before.
Following the chopper into the yard I parked my tractor and trailer and joined the boys who had gathered outside the house.
Being the stupid 16 year old I listened to the bosses son “the farmers wife has said go in and sit down and tuck in, we are going to wash our hands in the outhouse and wait for dad (the chopper driver).
In I trotted and sat down to boiled ham, mash and parsley sauce. There was four plates on the table and I thought we were eating first and the family were eating after. How wrong I was [emoji17].
A voice bellowed from behind me “would you like sauce with that!!” I turned to see the farmer and his wife looking daggers at me from the doorway.
It’s sad to say that it didn’t click with me until after the first trailer, loader and rake tractors screamed passed the window that I realised we didn’t get invited in for supper.
I ran out and ran passed the chopper to the howls of the boss pi$$ing himself with laughter. I have never lived it down.