Down on the Farm
Have you ever been chased from a field by a shotgun-wielding maniac? Ever removed city arseholes from your field whilst innocently carrying a shotgun? Tell us your farm stories.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 13:19)
Have you ever been chased from a field by a shotgun-wielding maniac? Ever removed city arseholes from your field whilst innocently carrying a shotgun? Tell us your farm stories.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 13:19)
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I grew up
in Herefordshire, the land of farms and the best dam cider and breweries (Wye valley).. Anyway as a wee nipper we were always up to hijinks building forts made up of hay bails, playing with air rifles, bow and arrows etc and falling through barn floors - abandoned barns are great fun for forts unless the floor is rotten..
We had a farmer in our village who would shoot at trespassers, until one day he got reported to the police - meat waggons and helicopters all descended in my village. It became village gossip for years.
I then ended up working on a friends farm over the summer for extra cash - I now know how to kill cows, sheep, pigs and chickens.
Sledging down the side of the HUGE hill when we got snowed in and being chased by a bull..
Now the village is full of upper middle class idiots who drive their kids 200m down the the school and back in 4x4s.. in my days we were just let loose to run wild - fun times.. the basic structure of an old fort I built when I was 8 (I'm now 32) is still there.. good times.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 15:43, 3 replies)
in Herefordshire, the land of farms and the best dam cider and breweries (Wye valley).. Anyway as a wee nipper we were always up to hijinks building forts made up of hay bails, playing with air rifles, bow and arrows etc and falling through barn floors - abandoned barns are great fun for forts unless the floor is rotten..
We had a farmer in our village who would shoot at trespassers, until one day he got reported to the police - meat waggons and helicopters all descended in my village. It became village gossip for years.
I then ended up working on a friends farm over the summer for extra cash - I now know how to kill cows, sheep, pigs and chickens.
Sledging down the side of the HUGE hill when we got snowed in and being chased by a bull..
Now the village is full of upper middle class idiots who drive their kids 200m down the the school and back in 4x4s.. in my days we were just let loose to run wild - fun times.. the basic structure of an old fort I built when I was 8 (I'm now 32) is still there.. good times.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 15:43, 3 replies)
The best cider comes from Devon.
And it pains me to say that, as I'm Dorset born and bred.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 19:37, closed)
And it pains me to say that, as I'm Dorset born and bred.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 19:37, closed)
Oh, come on
Herefordshire, yes. Somerset, yes. (Definite preference for Herefordshire here.)
But Devon - yeah, there are some good ciders, but it's definitely on the verge; a bit like Gloucestershire or Worcestershire.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 22:51, closed)
Herefordshire, yes. Somerset, yes. (Definite preference for Herefordshire here.)
But Devon - yeah, there are some good ciders, but it's definitely on the verge; a bit like Gloucestershire or Worcestershire.
( , Thu 24 May 2012, 22:51, closed)
I see where you're coming from from, but the best is superlative; there can be only one.
Jack Ratt Scrumpy Cider, Lyme Bay Winery.
( , Sat 26 May 2012, 9:24, closed)
Jack Ratt Scrumpy Cider, Lyme Bay Winery.
( , Sat 26 May 2012, 9:24, closed)
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