Monday, September 23, 2013

Getting it Baled

We had The Boy to stay this weekend, for a quick injection of home comforts before he started back at University for his final year.

 I joked with him that it was a shame the farmer hadn't yet baled the hay, because when they were younger, there was nothing The Girl and The Boy liked better than bale-jumping.

These pictures were taken in September 2004, when we first moved to Scotland.  The Boy was 11 and The Girl was 8.
Aw bless!
No sooner had he gone (with a bag of fresh food, some new underwear and a bar of Urban Jungle soap!) than who should turn up, but the farmer and his baling-machine.
A day too late.
But nobody wants to start their final year with a broken ankle, so it's probably just as well!


beate grigutsch said...

the blessings of living in the country.....

The Foggy Knitter said...

Beautiful sunset :)

jessica said...

Such is life's timing! Ah, well. It looks like fun, I'm guessing some might never really grow out of it ;-).

MaryinTN said...

Thanks for the lovely photos! Bales are prevalent here in the mountains of East Tennessee too.