In my last article I hinted at how excited I was for the summer ball, and I’m pleased to report that it didn’t disappoint.
With the theme of a “Mid-Summers Knight”, Harper’s front lawn was dressed in medieval attire, with fantastic entertainment from musicians, laser clays and dodgems. We barely noticed the rain.
This ball was made even more special by the fact that it was possibly the last time that my friends and I would all be in one place over the next 15-month placement period.
With some people going as far afield as Scotland and even Spain, it’s fair to say that organising big get-togethers may prove to be a problem for the next year or so.
Having lived just metres apart for the first year in Halls, and then no more than a few miles apart this year in Newport, the increased distance next year will definitely be felt.
And now, with my second year of uni behind me, I have the summer at home, and harvest to look forward to.
This harvest is going to be particularly busy, as not only have we taken on a chunk of new land, but for the first time we are offering a baling service to those buying our straw.
In addition to this, my brother will be largely tied up managing the new land, and I can already feel that there may be a few days where breakfast, lunch and dinner are all eaten from the seat of my tractor.
As any ag student will know, it’s the little things that make all the difference when you are spending so much time on the tractor. How good the drink holder is, if there’s anywhere for your lunch-box, and even how comfy the “girlfriend seat” is, all become vital components of the perfect tractor cab.
Spending so long on the tractor also means that a considerable amount of hours are spent listening to the radio.
Radio 1 normally provides my soundtrack of the summer, and seemingly I’m not alone as nearly every day there seems to be at least one request or shout-out from someone else involved in harvest.
At this time of the year I also seem to find myself unusually up-to-date with current affairs, and by the end of a long day I always seem to know the hourly newsbeat off by heart.
Harvest here at Cofford Farm is now swiftly approaching, and with the combine greased up and waiting in the yard, we’re all just hoping for the magic number to come up on the moisture metre, signifying the beginning of harvest.
With everyone growing eager for combining to begin, it has become increasingly tempting, when walking into a field, to head towards the most mature ears for sample collection.
However, either way I’m sure it won’t be too many days now before the combine can start making its way towards the first field.