Wonder where the rest of that hawser is? Somewhere out on the seven seas. In storms and lull. Does it know that it left a bit of itself on the dock?
Did a sailor tosse it overboard? Broken and rejected at the bottom of ‘le grand blue’. Hiding place for Barracudas and Mermaids.
Not all questions will get an answer, ha de Gött!
Hello my friends, I’m the friendly grey tractor. A bit ruffed up and corrosion in my paint but still going strong. I go under the nickname Grålle, Gray Horse.
Brum, brum, ha de Gött!
Ha de Gött!
Vintage tractors ploughing in the autumn sun.
Be a cultivated cultivator, ha de Gött!
Just floating, ha de Gött!
Be careful with your wishes, ha de Gött!
Picture taken in Helsingör, Denmark, ha de Gött!
Sunset over island, ha de Gött!
Avoid the cascade, drink responsibly. Ha de Gött!
