I spent an hour yesterday afternoon sat on a bale watching this tractor. The smell of the hay was lovely and brought back childhood memories. My brother, sister and I used to help my grandfather and dad with the haymaking in the days of small bales and pitchforks. It involved blood, sweat and blisters but also fun riding on the top of the trailer 5 or 6 layers of hay up and driving the old grey Fergie tractor (don't think health and safety existed then). The only way down was to throw the bales into the barn. As we got older my sister and I used to end up in the small spaces at the top of the barn stacking - now that really was hot. Definitely couldn't do it now!
Great shot. Lovely view to have when working. We are still waiting for a spell of good weather to make some small bales of hay!!! Now they are lifted on the trailers by a special grab but thrown off and mewed by hand.
What wonderful memories. I remember spending a few holidays on a farm down in Devon and we all helped bring in the hay. Especially fun for townies like us.
That's reminded me of my child hood memories of playing in the hay fields with my friends . We used to flatten the hay to make an imprint of a house... Very naughty ....
