Puzza Puzza

Stink stink.

There is a large masseria ( large old fortified farm house) about 4 fields up from our place. In it live two brothers and their families who inherited it from their father. The farm was divided and they run separate businesses with two herds of cows etc. The little I know about farming comes from listening to The Archers the longest running soap serial on BBC 4 radio but even I know it can’t be a wildly efficient way to farm these days. Mind you recently you won’t learn much about ‘everyday country folk’ from that programme.

Unlike the UK, the cows here go inside at the beginning of June  because the grass stops growing and the poor things would get sunstroke out in the fields even with their factor 30 on.  The fields are then ploughed a couple of times and then lie fallow during July and August.

Obviously in the cowshed the cows continue to do what cows do best namely chewing the cud which goes down at one end and is deposited  in a more heated form from the other end.  This is then stored nearby.

Now the two brothers and their families live to the south of these big fields and we live to the north. At some stage the stored steaming mass has to be put on to the fields but the brothers wait for a southerly wind to blow, as obviously they don’t want to have the puzza in their back yard.

After the big storm yesterday the wind whipped around to the south and as we drove from the house last night we could see tractors with headlights in the fields. On our return from the bar they were still out there but the cool evening ( 15C last night) masked as it were what they were up to.

As the sun came up this morning and the temperature rose we quickly realised that the brothers thought they had once again played a blinder.

Luckily we are out for lunch today but the grandchildren from hell who worryingly are still here when they should have gone last night were running around shouting puzza puzza at the top of their voices. And believe you me they have some lungs on them.

They in turn got a dose of Black Sabbath, Heaven and Hell played on the outside speakers for their trouble and retreated down the driveway.

The beauty was when the Black Sabbath CD ended I decided to give them a little Iron Maiden for Sunday and started with this one

It seems to have worked as within minutes they were indeed piling into the three cars and heading up the driveway.

Then to prove there really is a god in heaven, the wind swung around and started to blow briskly from the north.

I hope the two brothers enjoy their Sunday lunch . Hope it isn’t outside !

So I can turn off Iron Maiden. How about something from the best tenor in the world ever


About hereinpuglia

Retired to Puglia after some 40 years in the travel industry working for P&O Lines, British Airways, Alamo rent-a-car,Abercrombie&Kent, owner of Quest Tours and Travel and finally with Thomas Cook North America. Married to Geraldine we now have a small house with too much land near the town of Martina Franca in Puglia. Two kids one married and living in Hong Kong and the other single and living in London. No dogs, no cats no animals.
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