Can it get more rural, more culchie, more Cavan than this? A traffic jam on our quiet country lane, because the big John Deere has a wider turning circle than the old gates and access road to the enclosed fields allow. Yes, sunshine, so you gotta make hay … or, in most cases, cut the grass for silage. A noisy operation. And in full flow right now. Not just in Cavan, I’m tellin’ ya!
Weirdly enough … we had a mere eight degrees Celsius this morning, quite nippy. So the summer is not really established (only 16 days or so until the longest day of the year, mind you). And listening to the radio this morning, somebody was actually talking about frost on the car window. At sea level, not in the mountains. In Ireland, not southern Argentina.
Anyway, time to drive extra careful. Those big tractors and even bigger trailers are rumbling along at an amazing pace. And suddenly meeting with large agricultural machinery while cutting a corner simply won’t do.