The night before the music festival in Oxfordshire we had to find somewhere to pitch our tents for the night. We found a site at top of the road and asked the farmer/campsite proprietor if we could pay to camp for the tonight?
He reminded me of a typical West Cork farmer. He was more interested in us and whether we were interested in him.
We put the world to rights for ten minutes or so and he asked us what the BBC initials stood for? Before we could reply he said: " The bullsh*t broadcasting company". We laughed and he laughed and we had found another character on our travels.
I asked him if he would be going to watch any of the bands at the music festival? He said if Gene Pitney or Roy Orbison was playing he would have gone. He didn't like the modern music on the radio today and most of the artists can't sing!
He picked up on my North country accent and said to me: "Are you a Geordie?"
My friend and me laughed again and I said: "No Lancastrian." Perhaps he knew I love bottles of Newcastle Brown Ale?
Then we asked him if we could pitch our tent for the night. "Ok lads. But you won't wreck the bathroom will you? I spent a lot of money fitting that out". We had no problems paying cash at this campsite unlike some of the other one's we stayed at. He didn't ask for contactless payments.
We laughed again and we spent another twenty minutes in the morning leaning on a farm gate talking to our new found farmer friend putting the world to right and laughing
I wonder if he pays his taxes. Maybe he just pockets cash payments from campers. Shame he can't appreciate what a brilliant organization the BBC has been and continues to be despite The Tory Party that he probably votes for!
ReplyDeleteHe was no Tory. He was more of an old Labour kind of supporter and he had little time for today's politicians. He made us welcome and was a nice guy.
DeleteOh, if the world could spend a few minutes hanging over the fence laughing with a new friend, the world would be a much finer place.
ReplyDeleteYou're so right Debby. We all need to talk over the hedge or leaning on a gate.
DeleteWe are curious about the 'bathroom' now... a long drop behind the cowshed?
ReplyDeleteIt was very luxurious and even had a bath, shower, toilet and sink. I have visited your kind of campsite with just a cold tap Tigger.
DeleteIt's a funny old world, thank goodness.
ReplyDeleteIt is JayCee. Like that old BT advert: "It's good to talk.'
DeleteI don't think there is such a thing as a Tory Party Dave. Nobody is anything permanent and wholly so in any guise to be labelled. He. sounds like a good man to talk to.
ReplyDeleteYour probably right Rachel. Nothing is permanent and we all change our outlook on life. He was a very knowledgeable man and my friend and him even talked about Thomas Hardy.
ReplyDeleteHave you seen his blog about the characters who use his campsite?
ReplyDeleteI haven't yet Tasker. Hope he speaks well of your fellow Northeners? He was one of life's characters. Nice bloke and studied at the University of life with lots of tales to tell.
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