How do you know that a farmer is really good at their job? They are always 'outstanding' in their field. The old jokes are always the best aren't they?
To those of you who are new to this blog. I am a smallholder farmer and a writer. Yes I toil with the soil and I toil with the pen - even computer keyboard. Any road. In my funny book about - BALING STRING! Yes that's right. There is a bit at the end of my book entitled: A note from the Author.
....The journey (talking about visiting West Cork on my holidays) was always tiresome and seemed never ending to me as a small child of five. We travelled from Heuston train station in Dublin down to Cork City. The train hurtled through fields full of cattle, sheep, vegetables and hay. Farmers stayed at home tending their mist encircled, apple shaped hills. Ireland seemed a rural paradise back then and everybody seemed happy...
Well folks. That's how it seemed to me anyway. Every farmer (I mean every) grew a field of vegetables; Mangels (for the horse) giant Cow Cabbages (for the ----?) Yes you are right. "Moo", rows of Swedes, "The Turnip"), Carrots, Sugar-beet and rows and rows of Potatoes. The farmyard manure was used for fertilizer along with the gathered seaweed, and it was all spread by hand with a pike (pitch-fork) and a horse and cart.
Those rural times spent on my grandparents little farm in Ireland in the late 1960's and early 1970's. Instilled in me a longing to follow in their footsteps. I just feel so privileged that I actually saw how rural Ireland used to be. Perhaps when the oil runs out or we can no longer afford to pay for it, we will return to those times?
What do you think readers?