ππ The 2026 National Ploughing Championship
ππ The 2026 National Ploughing Championship “Watch Me Plough This Field!” The morning of the 2026 National Ploughing Championship began like any other morning involving Stg. Salty: with absolutely nobody knowing what the hell he was planning. McFinleyyy was the first to receive the message. SALTY: Get yourself ready. McFINLEYYY: For what? There was a long pause. SALTY: Ploughing. McFinleyyy stared at the phone. McFINLEYYY: Do you even own a tractor? The reply came immediately. SALTY: No. Another pause. SALTY: I have a Leopard 2. McFinleyyy nearly dropped his coffee. By nine o'clock, the entire misfit crew had assembled. There was Winky, looking suspiciously innocent. Quags had arrived with a backpack containing enough sandwiches to feed a small army. Ye Olde Large Lad was already discussing agricultural machinery despite having apparently never driven anything larger than a shopping trolley. Whizzair turned up wearing sunglasses, claiming he'd "flown in." Nobody h...