Hay man

The farmer who had his cows on our fields arranged for someone to sell us some hay at a very good price (to keep the sheep through the winter). The arrangement was that we were meeting the guy outside the swimming pool in Bagnère, we through he would have the hay with him, but it turned out that it was so we could go and see the hay. So we went to his barn and knowledgably inspected and smelt the first and second cuttings. We then explained to him that we were city folk and didn't really know what we needed. He said he thought we should get the second cutting. We agreed we would take 10 bales.
He then decided he needed to come and inspect the access to our property so he could decide whether to bring his 5 bale or 10 bale tractor to deliver it.
We are quite exhausted now with so much French listening comprehension as he extensively inspected and commented on pretty much everything including

• We should scythe the weeds around the barn and in the fields
• We should cut down an ash tree outside the barn otherwise it is going to fall on to the spring source in a strong wind
• We should fix the barn up including the lean too
• It is good we have a new roof and it is a lovely one
• We should have bought Pyrenéen sheep not Ouessant
• We have a hazelnut tree growing in the hedge
• The car is super
• The hay won't all fit in the hay barn
• The chickens are très jolie
• The dog is going to kill the sheep when it gets bigger
• Plus various other things we failed to understand but smiled and nodded anyway.

He then took a pee behind the woodshed/outdoor kitchen (perhaps that is more polite than asking to use the toilet) and said he will deliver during the week - not sure whether he decided on the 5 or 10 bale trailer.