Many times I’ve cycled past by chance but have never stopped. So when I discovered one of the island’s ploughing matches beforehand, into the diary it went. I’m really pleased I did, a lovely countryside event to brighten a grey Saturday. Living in town it is easy to forget just how rural we are on the Island. The hill side field was bustling with weatherworn faces, the gentry and the tourists like me, all there to appreciate such skilful work on some beautiful old machines.
The field was surprisingly large, different classes and larger tractors the further down I walked. The tang and diesel permeated to air as I crouched to better appreciate their newly furrowed lines.
It’s a world away from my everyday, but in a classically beautiful Island location, certainly one I’ll be returning to when they next gather to plough!