Meet the Street - The Young Farmers

Meet the Street: Tom, Jasper & Will

Everyone had a life before.

Tom

My name’s Tom.

I don’t talk much unless there’s a reason. Work tends to speak for itself. Farming does that to you. Early starts. Long days. Decisions that matter because the land remembers if you get them wrong.

The night we ended up on Queen’s Road wasn’t planned. One minute, we were packed onto the Swan Carnival cart, laughing at how ridiculous it all felt. The next, the road was blocked, the noise didn’t make sense anymore, and stopping felt safer than moving on.

So we stopped.

Staying wasn’t heroic. It was practical. You don’t abandon ground once you’ve committed to it. You check what needs doing and you get on with it.

That’s what I do now. Mend things. Lift things. Stand where it makes sense. If someone needs backing, I’m there. If someone else has a better idea, I follow it.

Queen’s Road holds because people do the work in front of them.

That’s enough for me.

Jasper

I’m Jasper.

Yes, I know. I’m loud. I talk first. It’s a gift.

Before all this, I liked a bit of chaos. Long days in the fields followed by nights that ran on longer than they should. I was always the one cracking jokes when the work got grim, pushing things just far enough to keep them interesting.

Breaking down on Queen’s Road in a carnival cart felt like fate laughing at us. Of all the places. Of all the nights.

When things turned serious, I did what I always do. I filled the silence. Jokes, comments, stupid observations. Fear loves quiet. I don’t give it the chance.

That doesn’t mean I don’t know when to stop. I do. Farming teaches you that fast enough. You can joke all you like, but the work still has to get done.

Tom keeps us steady. Will watches everything. I make sure we don’t forget how to breathe in between.

Someone’s got to keep the noise human.

Will

My name’s Will.

I listen more than I speak. Always have. You learn a lot that way.

Before we got here, I liked patterns. Weather. Routines. The way work settled into something you could rely on. The carnival wasn’t really my idea, but I went along with it. Sometimes it’s easier to move with the group than argue.

When the cart broke down on Queen’s Road, I noticed things didn’t line up. The quiet. The way people were watching us, not hostile, just… assessing. I remember thinking we weren’t leaving quickly.

Turns out I was right.

Now I keep track. Who’s where? What needs doing next? When Tom moves, I watch how he does it. When Jasper talks, I notice when he stops joking.

I don’t lead. Not yet. I support .I make sure the work carries on properly. That nothing slips.

Some responsibilities arrive slowly. You don’t feel the weight at first.

Queen’s Road doesn’t rush things. It lets you grow into them.

We didn’t mean to become part of this street.
But once we were here, we stayed.

Everyone had a life before.
Welcome to Queen’s Road.