Herbie, Ploughs & Little Britain

We ventured far a field this weekend, to Potter Heigham, which is half way between Norwich and Yarmouth. As usual we got lost when we got there, but also as usual we laughed it off. Found the right farm in the end (along with four Herbies), and headed out, Sam in wellies, Daddy in walking boots, just in case. We found a huuuuuuge field, laid to straw, which had 15 to 20 vintage tractors meticulously trawling up and down, trying to plough the perfect few furrows. It was absolutely lovely. There were very few people there, it was just a slice of life as it used to be, and for that reason alone it was time well spent. We wandered freely up and down the field, marvelled at some of the incredibly straight ploughing, enjoying the fantastic mid-October weather. It was GLORIOUS, sunny and warm, with no wind.

There were a few stalls, so we had a punt at the raffle (to win a bottle of plonk or a toy), bought some books (10p a go, marvellous), and most importantly grabbed two burgers, at two quid a throw. All the proceeds were going to the James Paget Hospital, so it is money well spent. Some of you will have already been bored with some photos! We had a great couple of hours at Potter Heigham. The whole event was so informal, the tractor drivers would wave at Sam as they turned at the end of the furrow. We found a frog hopping around too (hence the Spot The Frog Competition), and Sam decided on his favourite tractors. Walking around we also found another length of clap pipe, and also, bizarrely, a marble! We had a lovely, interesting chat about how both items might have ended up in the middle of a field.

On the drive home we had a bit of a sing-song (I just LOVE hearing Sam singing), and then he did an impersonation that left me gob smacked - but laughing too. I had been doing some stupid singing, with a bit as a high-pitched female voice - and Sam said “You’re a laydee!” EXACTLY in the same way that the Little Britain boys said “I’m a lady!”. I thought it was a lucky accident, so I asked Sam to say it again - and he did. How funny is he!

We had a superb afternoon of play/hugs/tea/bath. Tea was bangers and mash, which Sam scoffed at a great rate. I told Sam that I would be eating the leftover mash, fried until it went brown and crispy (which is when it tastes blooming gorgeous), with some cold meat - he sounded interested! So I promised I would save the mash until next time we were together and Sam could sample crispy fried mash for the first time himself. What a lucky boy, having this amazing taste sensation for the first time!

At home during the day we had built a “Bat-wing” (Batman’s flying machine) which Sam loved playing with. Lego is still great, you can still make new creations! When we got home from the ploughing Sam asked if I could make some Lego horses…….hmmmmmmmm. Had a think, then made some horse-ish things, which Sam loved - Lego horses! Dad wins again. This was all because a few bad guys had invaded the fire station and challenged the good guys to a jousting match (where DO I come up with these ideas?).

At one point Sam randomly told me “I love you Daddy”, which is THE most perfect sound I can ever hear.

All told another great time. I didn’t sleep as usual, but that’s a small price to pay.

Saturday night I went bowling with two nice girlies, thanks for a fun time Eleanor and Bonnie! I hope we can have some more fun together soon.

My weekend? Ace!

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