Brian rushed by again. Big problem ! Definitely not happy.
I descended into the lower bog and now I could see what was the problem. An engine hose had blown out on one of the berry beaters. Fortunately the machine had been at the side of the bog and it was easy to contain the problem and to work on the machine.
Of course the work had not stopped completely. Just one machine had been disabled and a few people, Brian included, seriously distracted,
So the work went on, and the wet harvest started.
What I remember most about that little disaster though came not even at the bog. It was the propane that lingered in my throat and nose and clothes for days. An acrid smell and taste, like metal. Nothing nice about it. And I wondered, I was just passing through. What about everyone who does the work?
The First Berry Pool