28/12/2025
It’s holiday season… for most of us.
I’m not on holiday per se, but definitely in slight cruise mode counting down to a small trip away very soon. While in cruise mode I’ve been pottering away on a bit of a cleaning and organising mission. Today I was gathering some bits out of a store room in our workshop to move to another store room on farm. Working towards a place for everything, everything in its place system. A saying my late father use to say a lot, but didn’t always follow through with.
Anyway while pottering in the store room my eldest nephew who was assisting me opened an old cupboard and I couldn’t help chuckle and grab a photo…
In this photo an old honey pottle full of nuts and bolts and other farmer just incase bits, you know one of those pottles every farm has a few of I’m sure. This one not just any honey pottle, but a fairly local one.
The glass jar is what looks to be grass seed. Now I can’t be sure, but Dad use to grow grass seed for the market so I’m going with the theory it’s a crop he was particularly proud of. Though there’s also a pretty high chance it’s just some left over seed and that was the best vessel he had to store it in and forgot to use it in following seasons.
The document clipped to the wall of the cupboard is a loading certificate for a trailer dated a few years before I was born.
While none of these things are of real significance, it did kind of remind me of a museum display. A part of history. Some random quirky things Dad kept in storage. More importantly for me, a wee reminder of my late father and his lasting mark around our family farm 🥰
