Flindt on Friday

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Turnips, tunes, treasures and almost tears

I was doing alright until I found the horseshoe in the Hangar field. After all, my retirement from arable farming is not like a normal retirement – office folk keep…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: The debate over ploughing is getting dirty

While the Deere’s turbo cooled for my tea break, I gave the plough skims a bit of a scrape off. The National Trust have called me in to help with…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Duncombinin - the new name game at Manor Farm

As you can imagine, a lot of midnight oil has been burned over the past few months as assorted family members have talked late into the night about our monumental…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: A wild new era begins at Manor Farm

Two very significant things happened last autumn. First, our youngest set off for his placement year in the City, and within a matter of days, it became blindingly obvious that…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Here's how my last ever harvest went

What’s that? You want another harvest review? Oh, all right. If I must. But be aware, this one is slightly special. Let’s start with the weather, of course. We’ve never…

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Flindt on Friday: Climate highs and lows in an old farmhouse

You can’t beat an old English farmhouse during a heatwave. Throw all the windows open (once you’ve put mesh over them to combat the mysterious flood of bugs) and let…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Eureka moment in a wildly bouncing Tucano

“The good news,” I said to myself as the combine bounced up and down in the Joan’s Acre gateway at a curiously precise 3Hz, “is that this will surely win…

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Flindt on Friday: A good crack beats a soggy soil any season

There’s a lot of fuss and bother going on at the moment about cracks in arable fields. My fellow farmers are poking sticks down them, lowering their phones into them,…

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Flindt on Friday: Nice day for a White Hill bedding party

I paused the combine at the top of Cheyney Field and grabbed a cuppa and a couple of paracetamol (I was still waiting for Claas to fix a rigid header…

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Flindt on Friday: Regen revision gets me into a tight spot

National Trust walkers setting out on the round-the-estate Dutton Walk must have been stunned last week to see the hedge had been neatly trimmed for the first time in many…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Midsummer maladies, farmer fashion

A friend who’d been away for a couple of weeks rang for a much-needed catch-up. “How did the Mamma Mia party go?” he asked. I told him it had been…

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Flindt on Friday: Sorry seems to be the hardest farming word

One of the many joys – nay, privileges – of farming is coming to someone’s rescue. The lady land agent, lost and lonely on Bramdean Common with a flat tyre.…

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