Bringing in the Hay

There's lots of things to like about bringing in the hay. It means summer's here, it smells nice, you feel part of an ancient tradition, and you have stock feed for winter. It's also a communal activity, raising the spirits, and best of all, it only happens once a year!

Because by the time you've hefted your hundredth bale onto the trailer, you are weary. And the last bales go on top of the stack in the shed, which is now seven bales high, so much more lifting. Itchy, scratchy and dusty, you head back for the last load when disaster strikes....

I probably don't have to tell you that this is bad, in a lot of different ways, which I won't list here.

So how does one get a tractor back on it's feet? Well, it happens with the help of my orchardist neighbour and his 70 horsepower tractor, a couple of sturdy woven straps, and the cheerful and knowledgeable assistance of my up-the-hill neighbour, who usually wouldn't pass the time of day with me.

What is it about doing something stupid and unusual that brings out the best in people?

Anyway, I'm off down the road to buy some cases of beer for my neighbours....