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Me and my brother used sit up on the sacks as they waited on the chute. Then when the cord was pulled we slid to the ground astride them only to dust ourselves off and run after the combine to repeat the process all day long.
Mum came to the field with tea at 6 o clock and while we were glad of the bottle of orange she brought us , it meant that we had to then go home with her while dad and uncle worked on.
I remember looking out of my bedroom window across the valley and seeing the lights of the combine still working away into the night and wishing l could be with them.
Also standing in the open door of the cow byre during milking ( by hand ) and my uncle would send a squirt of milk into our faces.
A spring night during lambing and l couldnt sleep so dad took me out to the field of ewes. We meandered around the flock with a lantern and found a ewe in trouble . I held the lantern and watched my first birth at 6 years old.
And finally a more unusual one.
Watching as Dad, Uncle ,Grandad and GFW took a corner each and lifted off the canvas Lambourn cabs from the Nuffield Universal 4 and the Fordson major.
We knew summer was now officially here.
(Never remember them going back on )
I think the first post has the answer to the 2nd. @oakleaf How many people on the farm now and how much bigger is it. Ours is the same here used to have granddad dad uncle and a farm worker now there's just me and uncle pottering around getting under feetIf romance involves hard work, exposure, a sore back and getting dirty then it may have something in common with the old days.
Great memories in this thread but nobody would do it now.