Only in the countryside do farmers on their tractors go to the pub on Sunday afternoon for a drink. Can you imagine trying to explain why you are driving your tractor to the pub to an officious London Met Police officer, or better still, if you're in SA, to a SAPS member or RTI. It would require some imaginative thinking, some original excuse making and probably one that the plod would not have heard before.
But this is what happened today. And I have the pictures to prove it. And the young farmer made my even younger offspring's year by allowing him to climb into it. Joy of joys it was for him. What was even more interesting for me? Nobody else batted an eyelid. For the other punters it was just another tractor in the pub car park. Just another thirsty farmer. And I think they thought me a bit odd as I was out there takings pics and being a bit city slicker.
Oh well, I will adapt but have you seen a tractor in your locals car park before?
Does it get better than that?
Wine sales continued unabated last night. Once again nice people having a good time. Tomorrow the dreaded bakkie that's actually a car trip to the wholesaler. Can't wait, love shopping! Until then. God speed.
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