Spring may have sprung bringing very early bluebells but we are still clearing up fallen trees in the wake of the storms. The sound of chainsaws echos around the valley, as my better half said “once one farmer does something you all do”. True but mainly dictated by weather and ground conditions, which being dry is perfect. Its now a race against the grass growth which will conceal the wood until you hit it with an implement (mower, tedder, topper) then issue a few chosen words and after limping back to the yard only to find a livery client has neatly parked right outside the workshop…more chosen words! (Under our breath) as like many farmers we have the public on the farm so we are now fully trained diplomats, although if I got in the vicinity of Putin all diplomacy would go out of the window for a good old fashioned pitch fork in the bum.
Ploughing mashed potato 