After Leaving the Farm

February 8, 2015 admin 0 Comments

It’s really quite taxing, running a farm for thirty years. Technically I haven’t ‘run’ the farm as such, but I started working when I was seven and haven’t really stopped. I used to sustain myself with the thought of horses, but even that faded after a few years. Horses aren’t quite as interesting when you’ve spent the last few years clearing up after them.

I must’ve seen ever horse barn in Tamworth after that little jaunt. Well, I say ‘little’…

I only reclaimed my love of horses after giving up the farm. It was an incredibly tough transition period, not having to wake up before the crack of dawn to get everything done and not getting home AFTER the sun had set. I remember waking up at 4am on the first day after I moved into the Tamworth town area, and trying to force myself to go back to sleep. I was fighting against a lifetime of habit, and it took weeks for things to finally settle. I can confidently say that I’ve left it behind now, but it was only recently that I visited a friend, who let me see their horse barn. I hadn’t been near one since I’d stopped working on the farm. That was when I realised how much I missed the horses. I guess looking after them distracted from the fact that I really enjoyed being around them.

I might have cleaned out the muck of every farm shed in all of Tamworth, but at least it taught me where I wanted to be.

Yes, horses are nice. It would be nicer if the horses were robots. Then they would run for ever and ever and would produce no waste. Doesn’t that sound great? – Robot Wizard