well, here's some interesting images of the part of the world that i shall, no matter where i go, forever know as home. not this actual field, you understand, but certainly that area.
my word, i can almost taste the cold bristle of the October winds across my face, and certainly recall the scent of beautiful fields battling for nostril space with the petro-chemical industries of the area. and i can certainly recall how it feels to have your feet stuck in the sludge that seems to accompany the rains at this time of year over there!
whereas i left that behind, i know of one gent in particular who you would never extract from the area. here's Norman Henry himself having a good inspection of some stuff down at the Tees Port area!
nice one Gramps, i am sure you made sure everyone did everything properly! well, i am certain that you shouted at them irrespective of how they did, that is your way and that's how you make sure we all do our best. or so you assure us!
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!