Dogtrousers
Kilometre nibbler
When I was younger I pretty much did as I fancied, probably powered on by the number of old boys that taught me loads, but they did mention regret from time to time. Obviously I grew up in a very different era and had lots more opportunities to do things, but I reckon I'm now at an age where I'm content with little left to prove, but I do have a strange hankering to go back to where it all began, working the land on a farm. Obviously that's just a fanciful notion, as I'd probably faint now if I'm ever asked to do a days graft again.
I have a couple of friends who have what we call a"farm". Really it's just a couple of fields that they rent out to people who put sheep on them. But the amount of WORK that there is. Just tons of little stuff. There's always some job or another and I'm always knackered after a visit.
And of course feel very worthy like I've been "back to the land" cos I cut some hedges back or lugged some stuff from one place to another.