Plouging on

I thought slavery had been abolished.  I have worked more hours this week than I have for a decade.  We are harvesting cut flowers, harvesting daffodil bulbs, doing cultivations for vegetables and drilling new crops.  We are also having to prepare for the building of the coldstore which starts this week.

Arable farmers bust a gut for three weeks of the year and then strut about like heroes returned from a war conclusively won.  We are working those hours for months at a time.  It is exhausting and doesn't make for good blog entries.

I spent a solid twelve hours on a tractor yesterday and have similar amount of ploughing to do today (my tractor is needed as part of the daffodil harvesting team all week so cultivations have to be done at night and on Sundays).  I'm not a fan of working Sundays; I have refused to leave the house without a coffee and danish pastry this morning.  This is to stop it feeling like a Tuesday.

It is not as miserable as I am making it sound.  There are worse places to be on a hot day than in an air conditioned tractor.  My dog has become a competent co-pilot too and is suprisingly good company.  He is learning, the hard way, not to put his head under the clutch pedal.  I might have to consider an Autopower gearbox next time.

I also saw my godson, Theo, yesterday. He is three so his opinions are pretty maleable.  I had fun persuading him that John Deeres are much better than the Claas tractors than his dad has.  He even had a John Deere hat on at one point.  Jules will be mortified.  Unfortunately that's the price he has to pay for going to Le Mans in his Aston Martin while I am stuck in Lincolnshire working.