" onto a heap, making a churned brown trail across the whiteness. ‘Now then,’ he muttered along the side of a half-smoked cigarette. He was over seventy but still ran the smallholding single-handed. He told me once that he had worked as a farm hand for six shillings a day for thirty years, yet still managed "

― James Herriot , All Things Wise and Wonderful (All Creatures Great and Small, #5-6)