This weekend Greg and I went to a farm outside Malmesbury to see the antique tractor club ploughing a field. It was fun to see how efficiently they worked, as well as the contrast with the shiny new behemoths that have taken their place. The new ones have sound systems and air conditioning and sprung seats and headlights and windcreeen wipers....
but the old ones are much cooler.
I can say that because I don't actually have to spend my day in the sun having my bones jarred right out of my body!
and look, there's Table Mountain in the distance!