
Gerald Potterton
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2 months ago |
farmersjournal.ie | Gerald Potterton
The four winter months after the autumn drilling are obviously a quiet time on a farm such as ours. There’s nothing happening in the tillage fields and with nothing waiting to happen, which is good and unlike this time last year. While we have cattle housed, feeding is quick, particularly this year as we’ve reverted to pit silage. And I’m glad we have – it’s cheaper to make, nicer to feed and much less stinking plastic. Now if I may digress for a moment.
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Jan 15, 2025 |
farmersjournal.ie | Gerald Potterton
I don’t know about Google Maps. You can still get lost. Recently I had to visit a farm near Rhode, Co Westmeath. Now I know how to get to Rhode. It’s easy – just straight down the N4 to Milltownpass (or is it Rochfortbridge?) and hang a left. Long ago, I used to go down there regularly for Ford tractor parts to the late Tim O’Sullivan. But, rather than mess around with my memory, I had an Eircode for the farm and stuck it into the phone leaving home. Fool that I was.
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Dec 4, 2024 |
farmersjournal.ie | Gerald Potterton
The FTMTA in Punchestown in the early days of November was, to my mind, a good show but no better than that. I wasn’t too buzzed about going but felt it should be supported. After all, it’s only an hour’s drive and I hadn’t a better idea to spend a few hours in November. However, there were very few small component suppliers’ stands, which are often the most interesting. I’m not really interested in shiny tractors anymore, and so I thought the show was slightly disappointing.
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Nov 21, 2024 |
farmersjournal.ie | Gerald Potterton
It’s akin to asking a farmer about their sex life or how they deal with nighttime flatulence. You simply don’t ask this sort of question. Well, not generally anyhow, except maybe in Bruno McCormick’s workshop where nothing is sacred or off-limits, particularly of a carnal or scatological nature (Google it). Which is all great fun, but even in that irreverent company there is still one question you just don’t ask.
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Nov 20, 2024 |
farmersjournal.ie | Gerald Potterton
It’s akin to asking a farmer about their sex life or how they deal with nighttime flatulence. You simply don’t ask this sort of question. Well, not generally anyhow, except maybe in Bruno McCormick’s workshop where nothing is sacred or off-limits, particularly of a carnal or scatological nature (Google it). Which is all great fun, but even in that irreverent company there is still one question you just don’t ask.
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