FINISHEDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 Twelve hard weeks several thousand acres of wheat cut hundreds of tins of beans consumed and  and my reign of terror in the cambridge fens has come to an end. It has been a fairly brisk harvest with few upsets- bar a brief wet period- and a great experience.

I am now fluent in the zimbabwaen lingo having lived with three lads who made the journey over for harvest. So while we had a Bri (BBQ) we would suck on dob(beer) and if it got cold put on our longs (trousers) every morning there would be the chorus of "howzits" and the constant use of "is it?"  as a response to any question remains baffling.

 Living with guys from a Zim has been an intersting experience all of them had lost farms at the hands of "Bob" Mugabe and we followed the news closely, the situation sadly appears to be deteriating when one lad went back to Zim for a funeral he packed rice and sugar for his folks, terrible  for a fmily who once employed hundreds on their farms. Thnkfully the dont seem bitter by the experience and all look forward to returning when the country stabillizes.

Having sepnt hours sat in a tractor with only the radio for company it became the number one topic for  conversation, my personal prefference being radio 1 with Chris Moyles (love him or hate him) and a bit of surfing in between. I have also developed a complex relationship with Sarah Cox- of course she doesnt know this yet, i am sure there are many farmers out their with a soft spot!  

I look forward to getting back to uni and more importantly the girls (its been a long harvest), eating something that isn't from a tin in a house that you dont need protective clothing to enter and having a dob or three.

A quick joke from one of the zim lads (sorry for the lack of taste) - there is a new barbie out, shes got no food no clothes and no shoes- whats she called?

Zim-Barbie ( they thought it was funny)

The Beast (pictures to follow)