That made 10 tractors so far. Who knew how many different types of tractors there could be. Big ones, small ones, some as big as yer 'ead..... Rachel smiled as she remembered the rhyme she used to sing with her dad. That wasn't about tractors though, it was about coconuts. Who would go to the effort of writing a song about tractors? Quite frankly if she never saw another tractor in her #life it would be too soon. Or a horse, or a cow, or any other sort of farming paraphernalia. She sometimes felt trapped in a recurring episode of the archers. Jeff turned around and she quickly rearranged her face into the wooden smile that had become her constant expression since they moved here. It worried her more than she would allow herself to articulate except in the middle of the night that Jeff didn't seem to be able to tell the difference between this and her real smile. "Isn't this wonderful love? We never would have seen anything like this back in Ealing." "Wonderful" she agreed, looking mournfully around at the local fayre. With a Y instead of an I to try to give some sort of olde worlde feel. Certainly the farm machinery that was being gleefully displayed by red cheeked bewhiskered men straight out of Hardy deserved that Y. As did the locals. Not a Jigsaw or Hobbs item of clothing was to be seen and Wellies were the footwear of the day. With a sinking heart she looked at her husband and realised that he fitted right in. No wonder he couldn't see the increasingly desperate screams that she let out with her eyes. He loved it here. And the children they hadn't had yet but were talking about would love it here too. And she would spend the rest of her #life outnumbered and buried alive. "Just popping to the loo love" she said brightly and dashed to the portaloos at the other side of the muddy field. The further she got from the parade and Jeff's enthusiasm the easier she breathed. There were some little stalls over here. Laughingly called "the high street" with the usual mix of jams and chutneys, local cheeses, pyramid selling card agents and home baked cup cakes. Unusually however one drew her attention. The Woman sitting there wore the usual mix of jeans, shapeless jumper and hunter wellies, but rather than local produce her table was draped in a deep purple cloth spotted with silver stars. A comfortable chair rather than the normal blue folding one was invitingly pulled out from the table and there was the sound of faint wave music dimming the noise of the tractor and the crowds. Curious, Rachel wandered over. It would be nice to sit, just for a minute. "Hello love" said the lady in a broad local accent. " fancy a reading? It's a tenner for fifteen minutes". Rachel grinned. She had never had a psychic reading, but had a fairly strong suspicion it was just intuition and good spin, but it was at least something different and would help to pass the time. Why not? She sat down, and produced a ten pound note. The psychic quickly made it disappear and then Produced three packs of cards from under thetable. Each was about twice the size a. Or al pack, and the additional spaces loosed de