High and Low.


When I learned to drive a tractor, Oh so many years ago. It had no bells and whistles, it did stop and pretty slow.

The brakes were independent, if you removed the catch. Then you could corner nicely as you rode around the patch.

The seat had a small cushion made from a hessian sack, padded with some old hay. but it nearly broke your back.

There was no power steering and if you hit a rock, it would nearly break your fingers and send you into shock.

If you were very lucky you might have had a cab, with mucky plastic windows, ripped and pretty drab.

It was always very noisy, so earmuffs were a must. If you were rowing hay up you'd need a mask against the dust.

If you were spreading bag muck you lined up to a tree in the hedge. There were no flashy satellites, this was farming on the edge.

To stop the three point linkage swaying to and fro, you tied it all together and maintained a status quo.

And when the day was over and you'd parked up in the yard, you'd put a can on the exhaust pipe if it was raining hard.

And if you had a struggle and the front was up in the air. the cowman could sit on the bonnet, you know he wouldn't care.

You didn't have a radio, there was no mobile phone. if you found you had a breakdown, you were usually on your own.

Tractors are now so massive compared to what I know. But give me a little tractor with a ratio high and low. Jan Millward©