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This was drawn by the Standard Fordson I remember as a kid of six or seven how we loved to have a ride on the empty trailers back to the field to be loaded. On this occasion I had just missed my chance for a ride and I was on my own, when I though I would...
It was fourteen years ago that Domino was born to a small black Shetland mare, a mare that was not big enough to go in the standard Shetland show classes 38/42inches , and too big to go in the miniature Shetland showing classes 30/34 inches, in fact she...
In all my seventy three years, it was only during my first nine years that I had anything to do with our farms three shire horse. The most regular job was to lead them to the blacksmith's shop with my brothers on the way to school. They would stay...
Sometimes he drove his car on business, a coffin to deliver, It had a rack across the back, black cloth draped to cover, Eric was a quiet man, one who never got into a fluster, nothing troubled him, and did not let others trouble him. He always "wore"...
Soon after this picture was taken he bought his first tractor. At an unfortunate moment one horse did little more than stamp his foot, the blade did a quick couple of zithers and father lost two of his fingers. These are tales father used to tell us round...
Philip had a tremendous scramble to get us out, I know I was first out and standing by on my own in a daze, and after a short while my younger brother Robert emerged all muddy an shaken. In winter time father grew Kale, to be used up to the turn of the...
The tractor getting worn and old, its steering getting stiff, On every blooming corner, became a bigger loop and if Only it would straiten up, and not run corn down, Father on the binder would be warring his worst frown. One foot was still in a loop of...
Albert Hine Descibe the man were looking at, a jerkin he did ware, Tied round the middle with binder twine, to hold more than just a tare, Cordroy trousers tucked in spats, round his hob nail boots, These are charactor of the village nearly all of whom...
The only horse to ever to pull it cart north bound on the M6. I knew the old gypsy was about to "skin me" with what he wanted for the horse, and gradually got round to a price three times what I had in mind. Boswell the old Gypsy It was around...