The weather we were having was very good and, being on a farm, advantage had to be taken. It was a great opportunity to get the hay sorted and the seeds planted before the rain could ruin it all. Therefore, Henrik was still working long days, as was everyone else on the farm, and we offered our services. Off course we couldn’t do much as a lot of jobs require driving very large machines, but they did find a job for us.
Quite a lot of hay roles, or roles of hay if you will, had to be rolled inside to stay dry and to be used as floor cover, or dung catcher, during the winter when the cows will be inside.
These roles are almost 6 feet in diameter and I don’t know how heavy they are, but believe me, they are. It got me sweating, and that’s a rare thing. We did have fun though…
I also helped Henrik with covering huge stacks of hay in the fields. This entailed being lifted up with a scoop of a tractor on top of the 14 feet hay stack and cover the top with a tarp which is attached with ropes to steel rods poked in the side of the stack, did you get that?
This was also good for a mornings work with a good lunch at Henrik’s mom as a reward.
Off course we did some relaxing and we saw all the slides Henrik shot on their trip through Africa. And for those of you who think slides are boring.., you should get the right subject and the right stories. This slideshow was everything but boring.
Their journey was phenomenal and took them all the way from Sweden to South Africa.., on motorcycles…
Yep.., that’s right, they did it on a bike..,well two actually, but still, quite impressive.
What else did we do.., ehhh…, o yeah, we visited Stockholm for a day. Beautiful city.
Ah.., yeah, I remember, we did take George off-roading, or rather, greenlaning. Obviously we didn’t destroy him but some parts did fell of.
In Almere (the Netherlands) I went off the road with my friend André and nearly destroyed a tire when my mud flap (or the steel it was attached to) was bended against the tire. After bending it back the problem was solved, but it has been a nuisance ever since.
Back in Sweden we took George into a field which was al but flat. A lot of rocks and fallen trees created enough of a challenge.
After driving through a ditch and not getting up the on the other site George again got his rear mud flaps caught. This time, while backing up to get a good run, I heard a load ‘crack’ and the whole bar with both flaps came of. And this time there was no bending back. Now George has a bare rear end…
Go to part four…
