Today, lovely, I've had the whole day to myself. Every three months the local auctioneers hold a not-to-be-missed sale of antiquated and otherwise, auction of farm implements, tools, machinery, you name it, on a field just outside Welshpool. We called in yesterday just to have look. Himself spotted a handy bucket that would probably fit the loader on his International so 7.30 am this morning, I waved him off with his flask and his butties and settled down to enjoy the day.
....... and Fergies
As the sale progressed Other Half got talking to a thirty-something young woman with her little daughter. (Not the one in the picture) Thirty-something was debating whether to bid or not on a Stihl chainsaw. She asked O/H if he would start it for her. He apologetically declined owing to a bit of a delicate state of health but a couple of robust young farmers stepped in to help. She said that her husband lopped the occasional tree trunk and left it by the door for her to cut bits off it as needed. She decided that the saw was a bit heavy after all and then took off to bid on a sheep cratch ( her hubs was too busy at home). And there was me thinking that I was hard done by!
Other Half didn't manage to buy the bucket he wanted (too dear), but looking on the bright side, he didn't buy this environmentally friendly dryer either. It sold for £30 - somebody's wife will be over the moon! He did come home with a van load of bargains though. Don't think I want to look!
Linking together with Shadow Shot Sunday in quiet remembrance on this day of 9/11