And so it was that I found myself at 8am on a Sunday morning, devouring a bacon butty – fuel for the challenge ahead. I was taking part in the Pink Ladies’ Tractor Road Run for the first time. In its 20th year, this iconic event saw 197 tractors and 201 women, all swathed in… Continue reading Pink Ladies’ Tractor Road Run – I’m hooked!
It’s taken hours but I’m finally there – the tractor is bedecked in decorations and ready for the Pink Ladies’ Tractor Road Run this weekend. It’s fair to say that I have been fervently decorating the beast with passion, consideration and glee. And, it has given me time to consider the sheer scale of the… Continue reading Pink Ladies Tractor Run – clutch control mastered (maybe)…
When I signed off from my last Pink Ladies column, I boldly made the claim that in the coming month I would hop on my bike and attempt to cycle the 20-mile route that makes up the Pink Ladies Tractor Road Run. I wanted to familiarise myself with what was in store. It’s fair to… Continue reading Pink Ladies Tractor Run – racing towards £1million…
Over the past month, two notable things have happened in my journey to becoming a Pink Tractor Lady. Firstly, my collection of pink paraphernalia has increased dramatically and secondly, I’ve made a concerted effort to seek out Pink Ladies to find out what taking part is really going to entail. I’m as keen as mustard… Continue reading Pink Ladies Tractor Run – the key to success? A sports bra…
At the end of last year a friend emailed me. He said, ‘I think I’ve asked you before about Detectorists: I’ve watched every episode over the past few weeks, and I love it. It’s filmed in your neck of the woods, innit?’ I replied the next day and said, ‘I’ve never seen Detectorists before, whizzed through the… Continue reading Metal detecting in Norfolk…
Six years ago I witnessed a sight that stopped me in my tracks. There I was, cycling on the backroads of South Norfolk when out of nowhere a host of women came hurtling towards me on an array of tractors bedecked in pink. It was the vivid and widely-loved Pink Ladies Tractor Road Run. I’d… Continue reading Pink Ladies Tractor Run, here I come…
I spent the morning eagerly perched on the edge of a field. I was utterly immersed in the hum of harvest. As a child my brother would spend weeks – probably most of his summer holiday – stood on the side of the fields surrounding our house. He would watch the coming and going of… Continue reading A scene of biblical proportions…
…footpaths. Yep, I’ve officially hit middle age and I’ve a new love for footpaths. Having spent my formative years in the Sea Scouts I’d forgotten how satisfying it is to open a paper Ordnance Survey map and trundle across the countryside. It offers up a whole new world to anyone wishing to dive right in. It… Continue reading I have a new love and I don’t mind shouting about it…
Bank holidays always seem a good time to garden – a time to catch up on deadheading, pruning, harvesting, sowing and generally ‘getting on top of things’. So, with this in mind I’ve been doing just that. At 3.30pm I stopped for a break and saw that the Norfolk & Suffolk Dahlia Society had their… Continue reading You can never have too many dahlias…
The hum of harvest isn’t something that pleases everyone but, for me, the sound of harvest filling the air really does bring me great happiness. I haven’t ever really sat down to think why – maybe it’s because the beautiful drone of the harvesters and the rumble of the tractors scurrying across the fields signifies… Continue reading The hum of harvest…
