Going to the farmers auction was extremely interesting, couldn't understand a single word that they said.
I don't suppose it was much different from most cattle auctions.

What I really enjoyed was going to the auction/pub afterwards. A pub lined with rich dark wood filled with the  heavy scent of pipe-smoke.  Gentlemen farmers with one hand grabbing a pint of beer, the other with a pipe and a decorated walking stick over their arm.  The walking stick was often one of their prize possession. Some of the crook/handles were beautifully carved out of different wood and sometimes an added touch of brass.

Immediately upon entering the room, it became very obvious that this was really more of a 'mans' room, just full of farmer/shepherds as I was the only woman and felt somewhat conspicuous, however, I didn't need to worry as I was made to feel extremely welcome.  It was definitely difficult to understand their accent... after a few beers it did get easier  :-) I ended up leaving with a cap, the prize possession of one of the well known bachelor farmer. I didn't keep it though, I knew he would have been sorry the next day that he gave it to me, so I mailed it back to him just before I left Scotland. :-)