"HEY DID YOU SEE THAT?"
"OVER THERE. POKING OUT OF THAT GRASS. "
I looked again. I couldn't see any but a myriad of old scrap parts and then suddenly a rusty metal point grabbed my attention. We had passed the same spot many times that day. But never noticed the ANVIL stood there looking at us. Even our tractor mechanic friend didn't know it was there. It was like it was waiting for number one son to find it!
Any road. Without going all round the houses. Number one found himself a small anvil. He duly paid the man for it. Took it home, cleaned it up and painted it. Then he got a tree trunk from a lumberjack friend. Hey presto! The anvil got a new home on our smallholding.
Did you see Bantry on Country File the other night? I could have shown them round my smallholding. Never mind.