niall Y
Established Member
I was in the workshop yesterday, cutting out for a whole load of 'biscuits' in some ply, After I finished, I took off my mask, and went outside to avoid the dust and breath in some nice, fresh, country air. Well, that didn't work out too well! What greeted my nostrils was the overwhelming stench of the slurry that the local farmer was spraying on his field. For those not used to it - and I am - I can only say that it is so strong , that you can taste it.
In all fairness, they do try and limit application to cloudy ,or rainy days, but when it has been put on the fields, you know about it, immediately. You can't keep it out of the house either, My wife has to bring the washing in, and eating a tasty meal can be a bit of a challenge. And then, something miraculous happens. - you don't really notice it anymore.
My son tells me that his colleague at work - who volunteers at a local Rugby Club - tells him that the young lads, who have been spraying it on the field, still smell of it when they come in for practise, despite having had a shower and change of clothes.
In all fairness, they do try and limit application to cloudy ,or rainy days, but when it has been put on the fields, you know about it, immediately. You can't keep it out of the house either, My wife has to bring the washing in, and eating a tasty meal can be a bit of a challenge. And then, something miraculous happens. - you don't really notice it anymore.
My son tells me that his colleague at work - who volunteers at a local Rugby Club - tells him that the young lads, who have been spraying it on the field, still smell of it when they come in for practise, despite having had a shower and change of clothes.