Shiny Tractors

Our bike ride this morning took us out to Upper Boddington. Rick had seen a sign for a vintage ploughing exhibition and insisted we go. So, after a ride that had my leg-muscles complaining (again), we turned down the muddy track, paid our couple of quid each and cycled up the track (somewhat gingerly in my case as I’m not great at cycling on mud). The smells of wet grass, mud, tents, BBQ, wood-smoke, diesel and the coke-smell of the various steam traction engines mingled into that unmistakable family-day-out smell. Despite the grey, cold weather, plenty people had turned out in wellies and waterproofs.

We clomped about the field, our feet getting heavier and heavier as the clods of clay and straw clung to our boots, making us slide about. We were rewarded with some wonderful sights. Pictures speak a thousand words, so here are some of the treasures that were on show: