A Farmers Daughter

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This particular blog is dedicated to one luvvely person. Some say she can be annoying, I certainly don’t think so, I find her always to be enchanting and somewhat delightful. We are Slimming World buddies, both who have fallen off the wagon and should definitely make a better go of it. A really nice person, positive, despite having Ross as a son in law. She makes time for everyone.



So, based across a total area of 5700 square metres, the German Museum of Agriculture in Hohenheim illustrates agricultural progress, from primitive farm implements to the latest in agricultural technology. It shows how technical innovations have revolutionised farmers’ working conditions – thus ensuring the population’s food supply. Fascinating: the historical farm machinery and tractors which have been lovingly restored to their former splendour. Can you tell that was taken direct from their website.

I have always wanted to visit Stuttgart and when I done my research, both this place and the Mercedez Benz museum jumped out at me as two doozy places to take in. Just as well in the circumstances, the weather was horrific, strait rain, in patches that each lasted about 30 mins throughout both days. As you know I love a good tram, especially when I need to get one and change. The day did not start too great. I got the tram out to Hohenheim, but thinking there was another stop, I sat on the tram like a bellend for a good 5 mins, realising it was not heading on, I got out and had a looksee, and it was the end of the line. I launch Google maps that takes me along the road, across the tram tracks and into a ‘farming’ area, with barns, greenhouses and fruit and veg growing. It felt like I am where I am supposed to be. You wander up through public gardens and I can now see the building, but there is a big steel gate, barbed wire fences either side. Google maps has taken me the wrong way, a detour of another 10 mins in the rain – sheesh! and I am at the place.

I rocked up and the guy who was taking the candy for the ticket, gave me a puzzled look as if to say, what are you doing here. I gave him a smile back that says, I know, but I am. To be fair, the place was really cool. All the signs were written in German only, as was the pamphlet he gave me about the museum. There are two buildings. This one and another down the road about 10 mins away and my ticket gives me access to both. The first is across 3 buildings, with the far away one full of the bigger tractors and machinery, including some engine’s which get me excited.

In the next room the museum beings to tell a story, with various things across the ages to do with milking the cow’s and the machinery involved in that and in the fields. Visually, it does tell a story, as without, I would be struggling. I fleet through the 3 buildings and head off doon the road to the second building. Although this also had machinery, it is more about the history of farming, milking and cheese making and the awards you can win for it. Ploughing through the ages and how machinery has developed from the old horse pulled ploughs. The differing sides to agriculture and what equipment back on the farm the women in the house would use and the important role they played. Even some good stuffs on brewing the old hops and the type or ornaments, two horses pulling a cart, that every home had back in the 80’s.

All in all, quite an interesting afternoon, even if I did get a bit wet. Enjoy Suzie Quattro.


2 thoughts on “A Farmers Daughter

  1. Now that’s what I call a museum! I know nothing about farm machinery except it’s fantastic and out of all the tractors there, I still think the most aesthetically pleasing is the grey Massey Ferguson. It is the tractor of my childhood dreams and reality – there were a couple of local farms we used to visit when we were little and used to get to play on all kinds of things and in places that Health and Safety would never allow these days! By the way, I’m not ignoring your Jean Tinguely – will get to him soon.


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