Yesterday my village held its annual 'Countryside Day', where all things bucolic were treated regally.
Uppermost in most farmers minds are their tractors, and there was plenty of nostalgia for all.
The air was thick with diesel fumes, as they revved them up to the delight of those who'd once owned similar machines.
Some had been lovingly pampered; others not. Bok anointed their wheels, regardless.
There were lots of other 'attractions', but I thought the tractors were the most interesting.