Major Starbold wrote:Rolluplostinspace wrote:Seem to have spent most of my life buying and selling stuff.
Auctions in the city and farmers auctions too sometimes at the farmhouse involved and they're the best sometimes town and city auctions.
In the seventies I used to buy bankrupt stock almost weekly in the middle of Manchester.
For some reason I never got to a police auction.
The last actual farmers auction I attended I bought 8 bags of onions in error, mind you, they were cheap enough to give away.
In the middle 90s I bought a combine harvester for the engine, the local scrappy took it out and delivered it to my old man, his payment was the rest in scrap, we were both happy.
I've had a couple of tractors many years ago.
Both Fordsons.
One of them ran on paraffin and could take hours to start up ... with a crank handle.
Had nice clocks stoves log burners architectural fittings.
Got an old horse drawn single blade plough forty years ago for a couple of quid.
Cleaned it up painted it and sold it to a bloke who wanted it for a garden ornament.
Didn't make much on it but drove past it for 35 years and every year he seemed to touch up the paintwork.
His pride and joy and then one day it wasn't there.
First thought was it had been nicked.
I turned round as I just had to go knock on the door and ask.
Turns out the guy had died and his son was now living there with his kids and had moved it to the back garden because they are now more sought after and therefore more nickable.
I was made up to see the plough he was made up that I'd called and gave me a bottle of home made damson wine.
Very nice place in Wilmslow now with a huge rockery where the plough sat for so long.