At the farm sale

My new favourite activity is visiting farm machinery sales. Not that I have any need of a well used hay bale lift, vintage tractor, hydraulic lines, or a meaty petrol engine strimmer.
I just like the simplicity of the sale, the variety of old and young farmers, flat caps and branded leisurewear, the auctioneers speedy banter as they trundle along in the back of a 4x4 pickup. No fuss, almost a busy stillness to viewing and buying. No comparison to the noisy bustle, and glum faced buyers at a car boot sale.
No, just let me able among rusty tools, and mysterious machinery, people spotting...

Btw, this is young Sam, 8 years old, but often with the demeanour of someone twice his age. But I think at 8, you do tend to think you're really quite grown up..