Thrashing with tractors

[Pedlers mate]

Always jumped off the school bus and if I could hear the distinctive hum of the threshing drum, or in later years, the combine, would bolt down my dinner and, home-work or not, be off like a shot to find where the local farmer was working and be out with them until it got dark. Maybe that's why I didn't go to university but managed to keep hearth and home together all the same! My Saturday job was cleaning out the cow-shed and I could sell any cow-muck I wanted and keep the cash, hard work, smelly but how I loved it.