Through many summers, I worked on farms around the region. When it was hay-baling season—you know, the old square bales—we'd get out there and we'd work day and night, bringing in the hay. You'd have to get them in before the weather broke, so we'd stack these hay bales up, seven or eight tiers high, and we'd be driving these old Bedford trucks so you could get them into the sheds at the back of farms. I got my driver's licence and got my truck-driving licence, and we'd drive these trucks into some pretty precarious places and then unload these things at midnight or after midnight, and then go back and carry on with it. 