The senior common room at the Royal Agricultural College and I am here drinking a cup of coffee and waiting for a meeting. For a little chap that went to one of the lesser agricultural colleges and studied horticulture not “farming” I took great delight today in driving up to the front door in my HUGE land rover and parking it right outside. A sort of barbarian hoards at the gates of Rome statement – complete with a Snorkel, roo bars and a hobbit.
Its all a bit silly really and wholly in my head but I can’t help breaking a smile as I see the son’s and daughters of Britain's landed gentry walking around outside. This Cotswold college does some fantastic stuff on global agriculture and in my view is genuinely world leading on food production but the Barbour jacketed ruddy faced students (both bull and cow) that roam around outside could not be more English-shire if they tried.
I had a great lunch, a nice meeting and confirmed my view that these chaps are just an amazing best kept secret. Then I got in my Landy and roared down the tree lined drive.. still smiling …
The last time I was here was in 1983 when we stole the principals parking sign, lost 23-14 in rugby and went home in the mini bus…. How time flies.
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