Lunch in the field, is it just me.

[Pennine Ploughing]

Thats why workers on those sort of hours need to be fed, esp if shops far away

Best thing I find is around 7ish tell them you about of fuel and going home to get it,
If they say there is a tank in the yard, reply, its me running short not the tractor, see you tomorrow

 

[Jasper]

There was a thread on here once about farms that were shxt holes that had old scrap cars lying about .we always found these to be the best places for being fed and watered

 

[Will 1594]

Used to do full sit down meals here.

Couple of times contractors refused to stop,so the sit downs stopped.
You can't expect someone to do all the prep and it just be brushed to one side.

never refuse any thing
might not get asked again

get tea brought out every night if cutting or drilling
and wife always in yard when left work with drink a scone or ice cream ,
spoilt really
freezer has meals ready to get out what she has done previous , when doing supper will do extra and put it in freezer ready for a quick supper

 

[Hjcarter]

Now then, all these nice stories of years gone by, the working in the lovely countryside, having food and drinks brought down to the field, where everyone stopped and enjoyed the summer sunshine amidst a break with nice home baking.
It's like a scene from "Darling buts of May" with Catherine in a long summer dress passing the food and drinks around, it's all sounds not only fantastic, but a lovely peaceful way of life, and even had time to go the church on a Sunday, and the consultation of being poor was it was a tremendous and loving way of life, being at one with nature, working with it not against it, and always having time to pass with the locals, a really therapeutic way of live with your fellow workers, even having time to spend with the dairy maid was on the cards, and grateful for what you had.





Fast forward 50 years till today,
Not enough hours in the day, yet today you can do 30 times more work than a worker of the 1960s, moan constantly about prices you get, some would rather run the locals over than stop for a chat, no church on Sunday, the local pub is something many complain about due to badly parked cars, the whole country is a throw away Society, with far too much use plastics, and to top it all, no time to stop for meals,
Is this really progress

Although to be fair Catherine Zetor-Jones still looks good!

 

[Pennine Ploughing]

Although to be fair Catherine Zetor-Jones still looks good!

 

[Pennine Ploughing]

Although to be fair Catherine Zetor-Jones still looks good!

But would you really recognise her if she was handing aroundthe tea and cakes in a hay field ?

 

[Aspiring Peasants]

This is how I like to remember her. Perfect

 

[BBC]

Alongside the old carthorse stables, we have a stone building called the Summer Kitchen which has a large fireplace and oven alongside. This apparently was for use by the threshing teams as a kitchen to feed the team when they were on this and the neighbouring farm.

 

[Av Gorritt]

Saddest I’ve heard is a farmer on his own, who would take his dinner down to the road, so he could see people even if they where just passing by in a car. Be thankful for family.

Before we settled here I went to look at a farm near Bootle Station . Apparently the owner was terminally ill but didn't know it . Unbelievable place , he told me that he'd never in his life bought coal or such , there being a little bay or eddy just across the field which collected sea flotsam . The farm buildings were right in the middle of of the land , he said he used a hay sweep and simply swept his hay right up to the farm . Salmon beck just one field away too , but he said the bailiff would drop a salmon off if needed. Sounds idyllic ? Yes , but not for a young fella like me - no neighbours , no passers by . One chap up there used to get so lonely he would go to the WCF depot just for the chance to speak to somebody . In the end it didn't get sold , the chap's daughter took it on as , I think , a Band B . Probably have had more kids than the Yorkshire couple if I'd bought it -- out of sheer boredom !

 

[Drillman]

Wifey used to do harvest tea wen we were combining. Then the combine contractor retired so bought our own and she is now on grain cart so no food anymore.

 

[glasshouse]

But would you really recognise her if she was handing aroundthe tea and cakes in a hay field ?

Wifey used to do harvest tea wen we were combining. Then the combine contractor retired so bought our own and she is now on grain cart so no food anymore.

Why not grab something when passing the house?

 

[Drillman]

Why not grab something when passing the house?

Bit tricky wen I’m driving the threshing machine and wifey is under pressure to keep up, especially once the shed starts to get full and she has to push up as well as cart.

 

[thorpe]

my mrs is brill when were on the home farm , when were 12 miles away shes crap , but she packs me up well, and a good dinner when i get home, somtimes shes fed the beast as well!

 

[glasshouse]

Bit tricky wen I’m driving the threshing machine and wifey is under pressure to keep up, especially once the shed starts to get full and she has to push up as well as cart.

Just tell her to stop for ten minutes and you go and cut the short work

 

[AftonShepherd]

Just tell her to stop for ten minutes and you go and cut the short work

If she's anything like my wife, you mean ask not tell!

 

[Hesstondriver]

I stopped for a bite to eat & let the dog out the cab for a pee when baling last week, picked a lovely spot to sit against a bale in the shade and overlooking the river. It was idyllic until, old fat spaniel came over for a cuddle and sat on my sandwiches . Wished id eaten them in the cab now

 

[Av Gorritt]

Getting fed isn't necessarily all good . I remember one old lassie , used to wear a cotton wrap round house coat , with a sacking pinny to keep it clean , --clean? they were both a black as they could be with the ingrained dirt and grease of ages . She used to do her own cooking , and the pastry was just like the pastry that some mums give their kids to play with - grey and stripey . She also had a drippy nose that she would regularly wipe on her pinny , well, you get the picture . She was quite generous though and would give me a pie or a tart that she'd just made . I could no more have eaten them than fly . I used to thank her profusely , put the offending item in my pocket and dispose of it as the opportunity arose . Takes all kinds !

 

[Dukes Fit]

Early 2000s when I worked for a contractor thee were two farms in particular that used to look after us really well.
At the smaller of the two everything stopped at lunchtime and you were ushered in to the house and fed a full three course meal. You had to be careful because if you finished your main course too soon a second helping was piled on to the plate. Evening around 7pm the wife.would appear at the pit with a basket full of a choice of beer or soft drinks and bags of crisps.and sandwiches

The next door farm, the owner would go down to the local chipper and clear the place out and when he arrived in the field at 6pm it was all stop and you got a choice of "fish supper or pot luck" and either a can of juice or a beer.

It was always appreciated and morale was always high at those places

 

[betweenthelines]

Back in the 60's it was shop bought pasties for dinner for the combine crew.

If you bought from the wrong bakery, you'd have a job getting your corn cut the next year.

 

[glasshouse]

Early 2000s when I worked for a contractor thee were two farms in particular that used to look after us really well.
At the smaller of the two everything stopped at lunchtime and you were ushered in to the house and fed a full three course meal. You had to be careful because if you finished your main course too soon a second helping was piled on to the plate. Evening around 7pm the wife.would appear at the pit with a basket full of a choice of beer or soft drinks and bags of crisps.and sandwiches

The next door farm, the owner would go down to the local chipper and clear the place out and when he arrived in the field at 6pm it was all stop and you got a choice of "fish supper or pot luck" and either a can of juice or a beer.

It was always appreciated and morale was always high at those places

An army marches on its stomach