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Interesting, But Not Something I Ever Meant To Do. [Jul. 31st, 2018|10:50 am]
Tony Grist
If you want a lovely meadow with feathery grasses and wildflowers you don't put horses on your land because they'll graze the vegetation down to its roots. All except for the bloody ragwort.

On the other hand if you just leave your land to do its own thing you'll find the feathery grasses and wildflowers soon give way to brambles and saplings- and unless you intervene- by introducing horses, for instance- your meadow will quickly turn into a thicket.

I wonder if my parents knew all this when they bought the farm? My father probably did because he started his working life by selling farm machinery. He liked tractors and huge mowing machines and once rolled one of them into the stream on the lower field- which is the kind of accident which costs agricultural workers their lives and limbs. He, however, walked away unscathed. The fields were his playground, the realisation of a boyhood dream. I'm told I said I wanted to be a farmer when I was four- but that was because I thought it meant living with a bunch of adorable animals like Dr Doolittle. It wasn't a dream I held onto.

I go into the fields less than I did when we first came down here. The ground is nubbly at present- the result of the horses churning it up when it was damp and eating all the grass and then the sun baking it to the consistency of week-old artisan bread. Owning land has taught me a whole lot of things I would never have learned otherwise, but it's not an experience I want to prolong indefinitely.
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[User Picture]From: pondhopper
2018-07-31 02:40 pm (UTC)
I remember wanting to live on a farm as a child also...and yes, it was the animals that attracted me also. Horses and sheep and goats were my favourites.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2018-07-31 03:06 pm (UTC)
I had a toy farm- made of wood- with barns and fences- and a collection of metal farm animals...
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[User Picture]From: idahoswede
2018-07-31 03:02 pm (UTC)
It is rather similar to the dream of having your own business. You know, you are your own boss, you can choose the hours you work, you can take a holiday if you want, except you end up working longer and longer and week-ends and then there's the endless paperwork and taxes, so as a dream, it is a great idea. Reality is a whole different bag of beans.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2018-07-31 03:53 pm (UTC)
My father made his money in engineering- and bought the farm when he and my mother were in their early fifties. It was their dream home. He got to play at farming- driving tractors etc- without the pressure of having to make it pay.
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[User Picture]From: steepholm
2018-07-31 07:20 pm (UTC)
One of my earliest memories is getting a toy farm for my 3rd birthday. I wanted to be a farmer too, until my first introduction to a slurry pit.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2018-08-01 07:37 am (UTC)
I had a set of metal foxhunters. By Britain's of course. Ladies riding side-saddle, men in their hunting pinks, cute little foxhounds. I don't think I ever really saw the point of them.
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From: testbongda365
2018-08-01 09:10 am (UTC)
oh nice
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2018-08-01 09:48 am (UTC)
An undamaged set- especially if it still had its box- would be worth a lot of money now.
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