My father had a farm, now it wasn’t a big farm, it was a wee 30ac farm. He had a few cattle. Anything to do with animals, I had no interest in. It was just the whole machinery end of it I loved. Shiny metal disease I think they call it.
I started driving a tractor... well I won’t say when. It was a wee Ferguson grey diesel. I started putting out dung with it, cutting up a bit of grass with it. We had a sickle bar mower at the time. That’s what started me off. I got the bug then and I started driving for a few local contractors. The machinery got bigger and bigger over the years and the love is still there.