I continued along Skelmersdale Rd, Bickerstaffe this
morning. The fields all around were busy with potato picking while was collecting
plastic bottles, doggy bags and wet wipes. I enjoy the sounds of harvest, it
transports me back to my childhood, we grew potatoes and in those days helper
stood on the machine sorting out the stones and clods of mud. A proper dirty
job for a child.
Excellent timing following my last post because John
Appleton, the farmer, pulled up to say hello. We chatted about my project and
different farming thoughts. John was busy but took the time to show how appreciative
he was of what I was doing. We both went back to work and I did think that was
it. You can imagine my surprise on returning to my car to pack up to find this
25kg bag of potatoes propped against the back wheel. I confess after the first
beaming smile I felt a bit overwhelmed.
Such a good, traditional way of
expressing thanks. I’m working on plans to make John’s generous gift grow.
No I’m not going to plant the potatoes, this very special bag will be
advertised locally inviting offers with proceeds going to Prostate Cancer UK.
Watch out for the notification.
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