The old Massey Ferguson

A gentle start to the day with a rather tender grand little person; she is teething again and is periodically in some pain and discomfort. But she’s managing well and we will take her home to her Mum tomorrow morning. Their flight gets in late this evening.
So I managed to have no work today, somehow, and we went for a walk on Cromer beach. Esme loves the outdoors, she’s a real nature child and as she lives
in Norwich, a lot of the experiences we can share with her...like the sea, waves, wet sand and all the rest...are unfamiliar and exciting to her.
Heading back, we passed a row of old tractors, some of them in homemade oilskin waistcoats, to protect their engines from the stormy winter blasts. This one I am pretty sure is an old Massey Ferguson. When I was a child, my Uncle Ian farmed pigs for some years and drove a tractor like this. The fishermen in Cromer use them to pull their boats up the beach on trailers.
We wound up at the Rocket House Café where Esme did some colouring, and we had a friendly chat with a couple of women who were sitting on the sofa opposite us. One of them was talking about her grandchildren, while Esme took a shine to the other lady, and climbed up on her lap. While I was finishing my soup, Esme wandered off towards the serving counter and the kitchen. “You’d better watch out!”, one of them said, laughing, “the next thing you know, she’ll end up on the menu!”