"a rare bit o' tackle"
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
As I was out walking this morning I came across a field being ploughed. Nothing remarkable in that but it set off a train of thought - if such disconnected items can be called a train - which I'd like to share with you.
Old Bert who worked on the farm in my youth had a word for anything that was vaguely mechanical and that word was "tackle". If one of the men took out a new cigarette lighter when we'd finished eating our "dockey" Bert would say something like "Fancy bit o' tackle you got there". One day he looked up from his newspaper and exclaimed, "Well, that's a fair bit o' tackle, that is!". I looked over his shoulder, there was a picture of the maiden flight of Concorde! I could never see Concorde again without hearing his words! So even though Bert's been gone many a year I know what he'd have said if he'd seen the mighty equipment used for ploughing today.