Exactly where the term ‘Ploughman’s Lunch’ came from I really am not sure. Before moving to the rural part of Michaelchurch Escley, our dream was to have at the very least a small holding.
Our neighbour was an old boy before we moved to Garden Cottage, but he was as fit as a fiddle. And Lunch was something that most farmer’s just do not stop for. The farmers that I have met in the Golden Valley are very hard working are working as soon as the sun rises and don’t stop until the Sun sets, and during the Summer months when they are bailing hay, long after that too.
After watching the amount of work that is involved in farming and the amount of red tape involoved, I am really surprised that there are any farmers left in the country.
This photograph was taken after a 4 am start baling hay, well the first shift of the day anyway. I took this pic as we returned home from Wales to find our neghbours tractor parked up on the grass to the left of our driveway.
He had gone home for a quick bite to eat, check his answer machine and within ten minutes he was back out until 11.30 pm.
As the saying goes, ‘Make hay when the sun Shines’.