Читать книгу Footsteps in the Furrow - Andrew Arbuckle - Страница 24
ОглавлениеTHE first time I found out there was money in potatoes was when I was still in my short trouser days. It might seem a bit youthful to be trading in tatties, but if that is the case then a misunderstanding has crept into the statement.
The learning occurred in the days when trailer loads of potatoes came in from the field and reversed into the sheds. There, after the trailer tipped and emptied as much as it could onto the heap, an Irishman would empty the rest with a graip, throwing them up as high as he could to make best use of the space in the building.
