The journey down to Ecclefechan (brilliant name) was actually pretty funny. I was just sitting in the most awkward position possible, looking at all the people staring at us thinking "He's too young to be driving a tractor!" or "That's dangerous!". They didn't approve.
Anyway we made it to the field and I bumped into Gordon's uncle Don, which was cool because I hadn't seen him in ages. Then there was three hours of this.
It wasn't hideously boring, Gordon has good chat.
I had to stop a good four times to sneeze my lungs out and empty my sinuses as the hayfever was insane. But, this did give me an opportunity to phone Morag, a good friend from Edinburgh who I hadn't talked to in ages and take some photos.
(Panorama cause I'm an artistic bastard) So I jumped back in the tractor and continued snapping.
It was taken through a window so it didn't come out as sunny and fantastic as I wanted but that is what a field looks like after it is 'shaken down'.
