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8th November 2010, 09:18 AM
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The Father of one of my train-spotting school pals owned a farm by the side of the Leamside line. We could help on the farm and trainspot at the same time. I remember collecting bales of hay & straw with a horse and a 2 wheeled cart. We would go out with the cart and 2 x 20ft ladders. Building the bales from the back of the cart along the ladders so with a full load the bales were about 6 high above the horse's ears and 10 high at the back. Much of the hay was sold to West Cumberland Farmers who would come with a 6 wheeled Foden 2 stroke flat and load 205 bales at a time. We could hear it coming miles away. Music to the ears was a Foden 2 stroke howling along flat out.
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8th November 2010, 02:38 PM
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Threshing Drum hum
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.
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