What a fine machine is the tractor! I'm serving at the bistrot on a Tuesday evening, possibly for the last time if this pass sanitaire nonsense gets through. My neighbour turns up with a family posse on this tractor and cart. (Him, his new lady and her two kids). Wonderfully rustic and not a seat belt or licence plate in sight. Vintage 1947 I am told. (Not the lady, the tractor)
Since he lives just up the road from me and I happened to have walked to the bistrot, I couldn't not cadge a lift back, could I?
Rural life. Rural people. So much nicer than their suburban counterparts. So long as you mind your manners and pitch in when asked.
ReplyDeleteI love it (the tractor transport) :-)
ReplyDeleteHopefully the silly rules won't stop you from serving in the Bistrot.
Perfect killing machine, the old tractor, when hitting a hollow. :)
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