The story of a young mans efforts to become a farmer without the aid of inheritance!
I've always been interested in farming. No sorry, I'll start again.
I've always been obsessed with farming.
Only as a child I was more fascinated with it all. The great outdoors, the animals, the seasons and the machinery all had me captivated. Accurate scale models by 'Britains' helped. I used to run a 250 acre scale farm in my bedroom.
Regular visits to my uncle's farm also stoked the fire.
Back when I was a child his farm was 360 acres of Limousin Beef Suckler and Sheep.
My Uncle was one of the first to run Limousin cattle when they were first imported into this country. I didn't quite understand then. I just remember seeing these magnificent red cattle.
At the age of 16 I'd had enough of education. I wasn't very good at it and it wasn't very good to me. I had my heart set on farming when I left school but my uncle's farm wasn't big enough to employ me. If he had it would only have been short term as I had a cousin ten years my junior. Anyway discussions didn't get that far. My father suggested farming wasn't a very secure or profitable business to go into. That was that.
I was disappointed at the time. He persuaded me to get a real job, a skill, an apprenticeship.
So I did. I became an electrician specializing in High Voltage and industrial and commercial sites. So having managed to leave school at 16 I started work and went straight back to college for two years with the odd bit of on the job training. The careers advisers never quite explained that bit well enough I thought.
However, I found education a bit more exciting this time. I'm a practical guy, english literature never really engaged me. Math's was completely different. I could do that. Which was just as well because after my two years basic college education I then carried on to engineer level (Hnc.)
It was good fun and six year's before I caught the Bright Light's and Money of London.
I'd almost forgotten about farming. I was enjoying the money in my pocket. And after twelve months in London I found another distraction. A woman.
I have to admit I had discovered women some years before. Strangely though this one seemed interested in me. I couldn't seem to shake her.
After a short while we became fed up of commuting across London to spend time together. So we rented a terraced house in the east of London. That didn't work either; she still wanted to be with me. So I took her away to the Yorkshire Dales and proposed.
What was the answer? Watch this space all will be revealed.