Of course I was well annoyed at myself all day over the altercation with Nigel. Mostly because it showed I still had some of my old family in me, and worse still, I let it escape and affect others. I thought I was past all that as I haven't seen it since I nearly lost Charlotte over it.
Because of my unplanned exit from the yard I needed to stop down the road as I hadn't implemented my satnav. I had been given a location to drive to and a phone number of a Mr Reeves who I needed to call when I got there. Mr Reeves isn't the farmer who I'm doing the baling for, Mr Reeves is just organising the baling while the farmer recovers from whatever is wrong with him so at least the straw is baled while still in good order.
I had instructions to not call in at Ken's and to go straight to the destination. I don't know why they had to say that as I wouldn't have done that anyway. I drove past Ken's lane end and carried on my way.
The lanes around there are probably the same width as our lane, the tractor and baler literally fill the road. But around that area the roads are lined with hedges and banking, where around us it is open countryside. So I'm going this way and that way wherever the satnav takes me. I can't see around bends in the road, which I am filling because of all the trees and hedges, It's like driving down a narrow tunnel except with no roof. Then there is this car coming the other way. Luckily I was going real slow on account of meeting something. The trouble started when the guy couldn't reverse. There was no way I was going backwards that's for sure. Unfortunately he couldn't even drive his car backwards in a straight line. He zigzagged in reverse down the road for what seemed like ages before finding somewhere wide enough for us to pass. Then it took him three attempts to pull in to the gap, and even then he could have got further over. I ended up squeezing past with my left side so close to a hedge that I was worried I was going to rip the mirror off and it looked in my other mirror like I was maybe a couple of inches off his door mirror with the baler. I couldn't physically get off to check the gap as I couldn't even open my door which was in the hedge. Talk about getting a sweat on. After passing the car, the temptation was to put my foot down to get off that road as soon as possible, but who was to say there wasn't another car just around the corner, all of which were completely blind even to me sitting high up as I was. I was sure pleased when I reached the point where the satnav had taken me.
Now to call the meeting with Mr Reeves. It was like being in a spy movie or similar. I've parked off the road across the gateway as I didn't want to drive in to the field until I had it confirmed that it was the right one. So I'm sat there waiting. To my right, across the narrow lane is a woodland which looks to be impenetrable to me. The whole area is very woody and green, except for the wheat field to my left. In front of me is the narrow lane dropping down a hill before disappearing around a bend to the left about 300 yards in front of me. This is where I'm expecting a car to appear shortly. To my left, through the bottom half of the left side door is the open gateway. Either side of this gate opening is a tall hedge, taller in fact than the tractor so that my only view of the open wheat field is through the top half of the left side door. It's through this part of the side door that I notice a man waddling across the field in my direction. I recognised him straight away as the guy who Uncle Ken brought in to the field the other day.
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