I used always to be tired.

When I dig I'm not tired at all.

I like to smell the earth when it's turned up." "It's rare good for thee," he said, nodding his head wisely.

"There's naught as nice as th' smell o' good clean earth, except th' smell o' fresh growin' things when th' rain falls on 'em.

I get out on th' moor many a day when it's rainin' an' I lie under a bush an' listen to th' soft swish o' drops on th' heather an' I just sniff an' sniff.