There must have been a day when this tractor turned its wheels for the last time, when working the land became just too much for the farmer, the tractor, or both; maybe the farmer trudged back into the kitchen and threw the keys on the kitchen dresser and they are still there now, behind a pile of unopened mail from DEFRA, repeat prescription forms and the accoutrements of old age. But if I were a betting women, I’d place a bet the keys are still in the ignition.
There are people who lovingly restore old tractors; when they’ve put life back into them, made them look all shiny and new and it’s a fine sunny day (when any self respecting tractor should be out making hay) they take them out for a drive in the country, with other shiny old tractors; I know, I’ve been stuck behind a ‘tractor rally’ as it threaded its way through the lanes, at the time I really wished I could drive a little faster than them.
Some may think restoring old tractors is an usual hobby, but you just want to see how many, Flickr groups there are for photographs of ‘rural decay’, now there’s an odd hobby; but as they say around here, ‘there’s nowt so strange as folk’. I wonder if anyone restores old farmers.