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Something about Nothing
You can't even shout about nothing or even whisper nothing , but you are said to be able to whisper "sweet" nothings This is a bit of a desperate attempt to write something about nothing, nothing to do with the weather, nothing to do with...
Farm Dispersal Sales
Job to know where to start, and find things long forgotten, Things we used like brushing hooks, n' pitch forks stale gone rotten, At one time there used to be quite a few dispersal sales on the run up to March 25th when tenancies would be timed to...
The hay elevator
I save it just in case, nothings ever chucked away, Piles of it every where, It might come in one day. I Remember the old cast iron wheels Long old elevator, use to pitch the corn, High in the hay barn, before the combine born, After harvest it was thatched...
I'm Not an Educated Chap
I am not an educated chap, I have difficulty stringing words together to write down, let alone sepllign them correctly, so I find the spell checker on the computer an absolute must. These blogs of mine on the FWI were the first writing I have done, since...
I've got a little Breakdown,
Drill bits with the edge knocked off, the saw it hit a nail, Hammer's got a headache, and it needs a brand new stale, I'm sure that I'm not alone on these scribing's, most folk won't admit to how their workshop looks, and how it is...
How other peoples rubbish can be so interesting
In the loft above this small cowshed was, I was told, at one time the village mortuary, where if any outsiders who died or was killed in the village, would be taken to await burial. Its funny how other peoples rubbish can be so interesting, everyone looks...
The Scrap Ruck
I'm looking for a bit of metal, the size ta mend a gate, Seen some in the scrap ruck, but I can't locate, Am I the only one to have a scrap ruck, one that you go to every time you have a breakage, for a piece of metal, or to add another lump of...
Farmers Skills know no Bounds
Old nuts and bolts of any size, they build up in the shed, But finding one the right size, too thick too short the thread, Over the years you pick up most skills needed to run the maintenance of your farm, the obvious one is laying concrete, and brick...
We Had a Woodwork Teacher called him "Bulldog" Leese
If he could not get class attention, throw a chisel hard, Hit the back wall cupboard, like a dagger stuck and jarred. All the class it stood and quivered dare not cross his path, The respect was thrust upon you, dare not stir his wrath, After our formative...