Last Wednesday, Egton Show (six miles up Eskdale from our spot) was lucky to be sandwiched between two awful wet days:
The ‘Grey Fergy’ displaced the horse and took over its work. I had one of these tractors and did a bit of ploughing and haymaking. It had a bit of a kick when I fired up the engine with the starting handle.
He won a trophy down south not long since.
A peep over the fence at what got worn out.
Daddy long-legs was discovered resting on our car.