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What you can cook under a tractor bonnet

We've all been there - sitting on a tractor for days on end, obsessing about what we've got in our lunchbox and how we can make it just that little bit more exciting. Cooking things under the bonnet, given you've remembered to bring some tin foil, is pretty commonplace on farms especially...

Posted to Talking Point (Forum) by emily on Tue, Aug 23 2011
We wus Brung up Proper (1940's)

On hearing the back door open, it was never locked, Foot steps in the kitchen, bedroom door we chocked, Then we heard mothers Coo-eee, relieved to hear her call, Have you missed me duckies, we bloomin have an all. (Our farm house was out on its own and scary at night) Looking at kids of today all pampered...

Posted to Owd Fred's Blog (Weblog) by Owd Fred on Sat, Jul 16 2011
The Old Kitchen Floor

I remember when we were kids, kitchen floor it sloped, Sat down at meal times, mother to top end coped. The old kitchen floors were always laid to enable them to be washed down with a bucket of water, the water then run through a hole in the wall and into an outside grid. In the 1940's I remember...

Posted to Owd Fred's Blog (Weblog) by Owd Fred on Wed, Jun 22 2011
The mega WI

“You youngsters like things big,” the old dear in the back of the taxi said to me yesterday morning, sucking in her cheeks. “We prefer small things – small businesses, small farms. “Whole villages will be ripped up to make way for those giant diary farms, it’s disgusting...

Posted to nufsaid (Weblog) by anonymous on Thu, Jun 9 2011
This day fifty years ago 31 May 1961.

Just browsing through an old diary looking at what I was doing this day fifty years ago 31 May 1961. We had just finished silage carting having done a 118 loads of grass off 15 acres, the trailers, two of them, being three ton hydraulic tippers that were just becoming popular then, most of them a near...

Posted to Owd Fred's Blog (Weblog) by Owd Fred on Fri, Jun 3 2011
A Grip like Iron

I don't know how mother came to have such a strong grip, but if she caught a hold of you for some reason, there was no hope of getting away, perhaps it was the hand milking in her younger days that gave her that grip, I remember some old cows were very hard to milk, it seems to have been bred out...

Posted to Owd Fred's Blog (Weblog) by Owd Fred on Sat, May 7 2011
Potatoes planted a foot apart - was not twelve inches

On the up side it meant that three men could plant more potatoes than six people with different size feet. Potatoes', Going on from what Matthew Naylor wrote about potatoes, in one of his blogs, the earliest I remember at home was of the ground being ridged in shallow ridges and for the muck to be...

Posted to Owd Fred's Blog (Weblog) by Owd Fred on Sat, Mar 19 2011
Mother Reared her Chickens, late in the 1940’s

Mother bought her day old chickens from a hatchery, ready sexed so she knew that they would be all pullets, though just the occasional a few would turn out cockerels. In her order for two hundred they seemed to send half a dozen extra, so it could be they just chucked in a few cock chickens just for...

Posted to Owd Fred's Blog (Weblog) by Owd Fred on Sun, Mar 13 2011
Doing porridge for a farm photo

When I was on holiday in Florida a couple of years ago, I managed to convince my friends to pull our hire car over so I could stop off to take some photos of an orange grove. Not being farmer-types, they had a bit of a whinge about the delay. They couldn’t have cared less [...]

Posted to nufsaid (Weblog) by anonymous on Wed, Mar 9 2011
The funny side of farming

I managed to hold it together until the stereo started blaring out “Where’s your sausage gone?” to the tune of ‘Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep’. It was at that point – stood outside Downing Street in front of a 16ft, shiny, hovering sausage – that I collapsed onto...

Posted to nufsaid (Weblog) by anonymous on Fri, Mar 4 2011

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