Ventured into the Badlands of Norfolk for the Carleton Rode Ploughing Association Awards on Saturday night, where my dad collected five trophies. The deviation of his winning furrow was one sixteenth of an inch. Sadly, I do not appear to have inherited the family talent for precision.
Monday, November 17, 2008
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Ventured into the Badlands of Norfolk for the Carleton Rode Ploughing Association Awards on Saturday night, where my dad collected five trophies. The deviation of his winning furrow was one sixteenth of an inch. Sadly, I do not appear to have inherited the family talent for precision.
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4 comments:
Although your ploughing may be a wee bit wayward it should not detract you from receiving a bumper harvest come the new year!
rB x
nice comment! very witty-
dt
Is every lunch, a ploughman's lunch for your dad?
Or is that a really old joke these days?
Well, they do say the old ones are the best ones, so perhaps that applies as equally to ploughmen as it does to jokes about their lunches.
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