The Everton match, 19th of Febuary 2012
No not footie, a ploughing match, mostly tracter ploughing. My husband and I decided to go to the The North Notts Ploughing Match at Everton nr Bawtry. The weather forecast was not promising, but the day dawned bright but cold and it stayed that way all day.
A Nuffield the first tractor my husband drove, when he was a lad.
I was delighted when I spotted the horses.
A big beast (sorry don't know the make. leveling the field.
A blue one.
A grey one think this might be a Massey Ferguson,
Making sure the lines were straight, really serious stuff.
There was something for everyone, from farm tractors...
... to machines for small holdings. My dad had something simalar, when he got to the end of the furrow and turned round it lifted him off his feet. Hard work but easier than the spade.
Everyone seemed to be concentrating real hard on keeping the furrows straight, even using tape measures.
I was soon drawn back to the horses.
This pair of blacks stood as solid as rocks, never moving an inch from where they stood, nobody holding the reins or at their heads.
The bays I thought might have been still being trained, I should have asked, but everybody seemed so engrossed, I didn't like to butt in.
I was bit engrossed myself clicking away and taking in this scene in which years ago would have been commonplace.
To the left boys, legs crossing over like dressage horses.
No squiggles here, furrows as straight as as a dye.
No less concentration on the machines.
A figure of concentration, legs braced elbows tucked in. Well I do try 0:-)
We were looking for our old tractor, a McCorrmick International, we sold it a few years ago, and its been restored to original mint condition, some were all in original rust, which I prefer.
The soil was like a chocolate sponge mix, I'm waxing lyrical now.
Caught up in the furrows.
These old machines will go on for ever... I just a thought, I didn't see any lady tractor drivers, its definately a man thing.
I was just people (man) watching.
Lots of note takings, and giving marks.
Anyway, there's this women, who stands in the middle of a field, taking pictures of rutted soil, her hands are frozen.......
She was watching a man watching a man with a tractor. Thinks...its time to go to the pub.
Just a few more shots.
Ah! sensible people having a cup a tea.
Then, this is what its all about, getting dressed up in yer country attire, and see whats what................ taken on nearly full zoom on the S2800 liked the effect after editing.
Awwh! just a few more horse ones.
Aw! go on then, just one last look at these beauties.
The Clydesdale is a breed of draught horse derived from the farm horses of Clydesdale Scotland. Originaly a smaller draught horse they are now a much taller breed.
The Budweiser horses are some of the most famous Clydesdales.
They are useualy bay with wide white blazes (stripes down their face) with white feathers (hair round their feet).
They can also be black, grey, roan and coloured, the British Household Cavalry uses the piebald and skewbald for drum horse, and a very impressive sight they are too. As you may have gathered I love horses. I hope I haven't rabbited on too much . As they say if you got to the end...... blah de blah . We went to the local pub after this and had a pint of Doombar and a roast dinner ...and a pud....
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