I also had my first drive on an uncle’s farm with his DB35, I was maybe 13 at the time, less than a week later I was required to drive it and trailer up to the end of the lane loaded with milk churns - then stop, reverse it up to the milk lorry and the driver lifted the churns off the trailer onto the lorry. My best summer holidays ever were on my uncles farm, mucking out the cow sheds, helping build hedges, and when we had some spare time me and a cousin would hunt frogs and sell them to a local “doctor”.