If you want to see a really big tractor, call me
* I was sitting at a table in Ionad Cois Locha Dun Luiche, sipping a cup of sugarless coffee. A friendly greeting by a tourist who sat down beside me got me in the mood for talking. Your man began telling me how he had come up from Dublin to have a look at the scenery.
This fellow was a proper Yank – from Montana or Minnesota. He told me he was a farmer who owned eight quarters. I hadn't a clue what he was on about until he saw the blank expression on my face. "You guys over here have farms," he says, "but we have what's called quarters, and each one of my quarters has 150 acres". Well Byjasus, that put me firmly in my quarter. How could you argue with a man who had a farm the size of Donegal? And, to make it that bit more insane to me, it was only a sideline as he had many more fish in the pan. He bends down, and takes out three different iPads from a briefcase and opens one up.
I was mesmerised as he went on to show me his "quarters", zooming in to show me a massive tractor ploughing land that would take all day to walk from one end of the furrow to the next.