We all look forward to a time when we can offer you a hearty welcome back to the farm. They will sit socially distanced in a waiting room ready to be called in for their Covid-19 vaccinations at the local hospital. And just before you worry at the possibility of him breaking ‘the rules’ know it is as exciting as it gets. He is quite excited by the possibility of the social gathering he is attending. Today the Happy Farmer has headed off, a spring in his step, ready for a ‘party’ Those farmer’s jacket pockets carry a hazardous health warning at the best of times and should be avoided at all costs. Providing the perfect solution as the Happy Farmer would be in danger of suffering from something far worse than a virus if he took a face mask from the depths of his jacket pockets and dared to place it over his face. They may well resemble silage bales, but in fact on closer inspection you will see it is layers and layers of woolly jumpers (farmers not sheep), thermals, hats, coats, waterproofs, waistcoats, fleeces, gloves and neckerchiefs. ‘Meet ups’ have had to be outdoors and within tier 3 restrictions, so if you thought you saw another silage bale or two in the fields, rest assured it was in fact the Happy FarmerĪnd his ‘essential workers’, having important socially distanced ‘discussions’. Maintenance jobs have been calling him, as have essential workers. ![]() No, he has been dreaming of summer adventures and a time when he can be more sociable once again. The sort of ‘dreaming’ that I promise you does not involve a ‘sneaky wee snore’ behind a bale of hay. So, in between his feeding rounds about the farm the Happy Farmer has been doing a lot of ‘dreaming’. We might have to warn the neighbours about the particularly loud music, or maybe headphones and a playlist for each mobile phone would suffice? Ahead of the times then with a socially distanced ‘silent disco’, in the fields, as the sun sets Which at this stage may well entail one table being placed in each field, with megaphones to hand and a stash of drink, burgers, and a throw away BBQ at each setting. The Happy Farmer for his part is even getting excited planning the possibility of his ‘socially distanced’ summer party. We are really hoping things continue to go well and everyone gets to enjoy a break this summer. Newly decorated, pristine, and ‘available’ once we get the Scot Gov ‘go-ahead’. The holiday cottages at Persabus are at the ready. The BBQ king and cousins have their ‘spaces’ reserved. Open for bookings and hoping the restrictions ease. We are dreaming then of the summer to come. A cool beer to hand, munching on whatever tasty treats flow from the BBQ. He will happily spend an hour or two basking in the heat of the sun. On such occasions the Happy Farmer will positively skip to the beach. On the occasions he has been known to make his way to the sand, it usually involves his cousin’s beachy BBQ, with the promise of burgers and steaks sizzling away at the shoreline, and beers cooling in the Atlantic waves ![]() It does not involve herding cows or dosing sheep or building projects and adventures. Clambering over the boggy headlands to the beaches, with not a sighting of that Happy Farmer. ![]() The rest of the Persabus clan have been making their appearances, taking advantage of exploring the stunningly beautiful Islay coastline. Did he really in fact end up enjoying copious amounts of that ‘amber nectar’ leaving him ‘face down and feet up in a peaty bog’ never to be seen again, I have you all wondering? His last sighting was reportedly on ‘The Mighty Persabus Haggis Hunt’. Everyone has been asking what I have done with the Happy Farmer?
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