Three large diesel engines sit in one of my fields below. They are huge and too much work and expense would be needed to move them.
Many years ago, I was in the shed when a man came to the open door and said, "hello, my name is Per Persson, and those engines in your field belong to me. I would like to have them back."
Actually, while left in my field, they did belong to me and Errol, who would have a problem giving them up.
Errol had difficulties parting with things. The most annoying difference between the two of us, as far as I was concerned.
Per Persson, he couldn't have had a more Swedish name than that, so we struck up a conversation about the engines, his mom who had just died, and bit of Sweden too.
I told him my husband may have a difficult time letting the engines go, but that I would check with him.
Of course Errol wanted to keep the engines.
I'm sure we had some strong words between us.
I never saw Per Persson again.
The engines are still here, and now I may have found some use for them:
Rusty models for my blog!
