Went to visit my wise old farmer friend today. Country roads, barn cats, cattle ready for market, old farm houses and acres and acres of fields ready for planting. Talk always flows amongst old sailors like we see each other everyday when in reality a cold harsh winter has kept me from the "quarter deck" known as his front porch for a few months. Strong black coffee in his new Keurig machine that has replaced the worn out Mr Coffee maker in the old farmhouse kitchen and a cheap cigar made my day complete. Sea Stories swapped about times gone by. To know him and his home is the fortunate person in this life, I am lucky for the council and leadership from my Gentleman Farmer friend…

This is the real deal. No facebook farming here. This is the shit on your boots, hay in the loft and animals going to slaughter world of Farmville in high definition!

As my friend will say " Carry On". It was a good day!