Cows+Artificial Insemination = a Good Job – ‘No’ Smiles Private Tutor.
Swatting and swishing and swinging I sit on the fence, angrily pushing flies away from every uncovered bodily orifice.
In the desert heat, amidst the cows and their odoriferous bouquet [not nice smell :-)] I had the job from hell!
My job (occupation/profession) was to spot cows that were ‘ready’. Notebook and pencil in hand, perched on the the fence like some kind of cow-stalker, I had to jot down the I.D. number of those ungulates that were: A) Jumping upon, and B) Being jumped upon.
The numbers were then passed on to the vet who would later arrive with long rubber gloves, long plastic tubes and a long smile as wide as the Golden Gate Bridge. . .
Fast forward a few years and I had been been promoted form cow-stalker to pub-stalker. I had a job made in heaven – I was a reviewer of canal pubs for a magazine.
This wonderful British institution, the canal pub, grew up alongside our canals. The canal system in my area of Staffordshire came about during the 1770′s when the potter Josiah Wedgewood teamed up with engineer James Brindley. The result was a mode of transport that helped to fuel the industrial revolution of Great Britain. Goods such as pottery and coal were taken from A to B faster and cheaper. The boats transporting the goods were called ‘Barges’; today the system is used almost exclusively for the leisure industry.
Pubs were built at regular intervals along the canals and today these wonderful hostelries sit in idyllic locations.
My job was to visit one of the pubs: photograph, dine in and write 500 words about it for a canal magazine. The pay was lousy but it probably a job I would have done for nothing! For 15 months I visited these havens of tranquility and produced monthly reviews – Oh what a job! Tough but someone had to do it.
Here are some of the images from that wonderful job.
Those of you that are wondering where the educational bit is in this post, have only to look at the top of my blog where this private tutor cogitates that in life, ‘You never know what’s around the next corner.’
Form cow-stalker to pub-stalker to private tutor – what next?