In football news, Norwich got spanked this afternoon 2-5 at home by Liverpool who managed to win their first game of the season at our expense. Grump. So, we go into October with no wins and just three points; it clearly is going to be a long, long season, as we have only scored four goals at the same time. I hope I'm wrong, but it hard to see who we can beat.
The week started with rain and wind and really that is how it continued. It did give us the opportunity of getting our chores done; 80 plus bottles of porter bottles finished and now sitting in the dark, gently ageing. Jools did the garden in-between the rain showers.
So, Monday and Tuesday passed quietly with us getting stuff done, listening to the radio and watching the raindrops trickle down the outside of the windows. we hoped that Wednesday would bring better weather for Wednesday, as the biggest event in the village for years was due to take place.
For the last week, various tents and marquees have been put up on a couple of the old wheat fields on Wallets Court Farm in preparation for the 2012 East Kent ploughing match. I had been wanting to see this for a couple of years, and as it was taking place a few hundred yards from our home, and we were off work, there really was no excuses this year.
Wednesday dawned grey by dry, but the days of rain we had made the ground underfoot soft to say the least. At half eight we left the house, walked over the main road and over the fields to the tents and marquees and the gathering of the tractors.
Inside the tented area, various business were offering services for farmers; tractors, harvesters and the suchlike along with food stalls. So, we wandered up and down snapping shots of the shiny machinery before setting off to watch the start of the ploughing.
Turns out once you have seen one furrow ploughed you've pretty much seen them all. We stayed and watched as the farmers cleared all loose vegetation from their area so not to interrupt their plough and ruin their lovely straight furrows; and then it began, up and then down. and back up again. And so on until we got slightly bored and so went of in search of TSP. Thinly sliced pork: bacon!
We found a stall run by the NFU and the provided us with a brew and a bacon butty only to refuse payment and say it was all part of the service. So, nice bacon and brew taken, it was on with the photography.
In truth there was just the horse drawn ploughing to see, and i went to sap the three teams taking part, and see just how dangerous it could be as one team got spooked and dragged the plough, sideways with the driver hanging on all over the field.
I got my shots and as the clouds darkened I made my way home and yet more warm tea and another afternoon watching the rain run down the outside of the windows as the strong wind made the rain fall sideways.
We turned the heating up and put the kettle on.
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