My Sister's Crazy New Idea

So a few of you may have read the post a few days ago where I said about my Dad's new idea for a lawn mower - a small flock of sheep. I have recently learnt that really my entire family appears to want to naturally live in the country. 

My sister, pretty much like many girls when they grow up, has an obsession with ponies. My sister in particular is a one we can't understand. She has got involved with looking after a few really really small ponies, called miniature ponies. So called because they must only stand a bit higher than my knee, about the size of a dog really. We joke about horse-sized dogs, but these really are dog-sized horses.

My sister's mad idea is to do with the family farm in Yorkshire. She has spotted some potential grazing areas which are in competition with Dad's equally implausible and crazy sheepish idea, and has even started to think about a stable for her to keep a few pets. The trouble is that Mum appears to be fully behind this idea.

She even said to me today as we picked up my sister from the stables: "Tom, you need to take note of these as you are going to have to build some at the farm." Now I can tell you I am my father's son, and while I try and do a good job of building things, and have to say that the chicken run I built is still standing today, as I said, I am still my father's son. And that means that no matter how hard I try to saw a straight line or measure an accurate measurement, it always always always ends up wonky, uneven and useless.

So I would really be interested to see how these stables would turn out. I fear mainly for my sister, that she may have her dreams literally crushed within a few weeks of aquiring these horses. I also fear for the landscape of the Yorkshire Dales of what a mess a supposed stables might look like. 

Nevertheless, it might at least resemble a structure a little bit more than Dad's bird table.

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The Yorkshire Rose

As some of you may know, I am from Yorkshire. Well actually when I say I am from Yorkshire  I am really lying a little bit. I don't really know where I am from, however I do know that my family are from Yorkshire. Is that enough to be a Yorkshireman? I am going to say yes.

And the reason for this is I find myself picking up all the little phrases and sayings and philosophies. Things like "that'll do" is something which I have now become more and more in touch with, pretty much applying it to anything and everything.

Alongside this the usual "You don't get nothing for nothing" has become a big part of my way of thinking, which is not all together a bad thing. Basically it has stopped me spending so much money on stuff that I don't really need!

Not only these things though, but having spent a large amount of time driving up and down the M1 in my Yorkshire born-and-bred morris minor, I have had a lot of time to reflect that I actually prefer the northern end of that road to the southern. Not only are the Yorkshire dales really quite a nice place to be, but also I really enjoy the way of life. Things sort of happen when they need to happen, and wandering around the farm up there is a really inspiring and relaxing thing to do, whether it be making tile cutters out of washing machine motors, getting tractors from 1951 to start again, or cutting down trees so we can actually get these tractors out of the barn that once covered them from the rain, is something I really enjoy.

And for that reason, Yorkshire feels like where I come from. And so I am going to say it is where I come from.

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