Rather amusing, tongue in cheek anecdote from December 1892 and worth telling here.
A Blantyre farmer, a little absent minded made his way over to Uddingston in Winter 1892. He led his horse out of the stable with the intention of taking hay over to the other town. However, before setting off, instead of backing his horse into the shafts of the waggon, he absently minded instead set off with the horse never so much as looking back.
On arrival in Uddingston, he walked into the yard where the hay was to be delivered. “Where will I back it into?” says the farmer. “Back in what?” asked the yardmen. “My hay”, replied the farmer.
Puzzled the yardmen shouted, “Ye’ve nae hay, ye daft gowk”. Turning round, the farmer for the first time realised there was no waggon and he had walked the distance without his load. He had brought over a lonesome horse.
Embarrassed, and in a hurry to rectify things, he ran off from the yard in the direction of Blantyre. The yardmen called out loud, beckoning him back in. “Yer horse!”, they shouted. “Ye’ll be needing yer horse!”
