A lovely clear day perfect DZ.

Here he is, arrives in his Landrover, still smells of ale, "polished off all ten" he said. "What was it you wanted to do again".

"Jump from your sprayer Sir."

"Bye eck lad thys brought some fodder" he said looking at my rig. "OK", I heard him mumble ,"bloody fool" or something. "I will just strike her up,"

He disappeared round the corner. A massive plume of black exhaust smoke appeared from behind the building. What the bloody hell? a Massey Ferguson. "Jump on lad,"

Oh no I'm going to have to see this through. 1200 acres later he gives me the jump signal. A base jump of 6ft 2 inches.