I worked on a farm here in the north of England when I was a 10 year old. Loved it. Helped with the potatoe harvest, went out on tractors and trailers before health and safety measures stopped all that sort of thing. Got to know old man Fletcher the herdsman, pipe in mouth all day, few words, the grubbiest hat I've ever seen. Bagging up spuds was heavy work but everyone seemed to be so helpful and friendly. Got paid my first ever wage by Farmer Glasford, red faced, stressed out kind of man with a big Mercedes and a cigarette in his hand.