Flindt on Friday

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Rain makes way for farm and farmer repairs

I hesitate to say this, bearing in mind what some parts of the country have gone through, but a spell of wet days in August is quite handy. (It’s also…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Farewell to fretting over N rates

If we ignore the fact that I narrowly escaped setting half of Hampshire alight, growing winter barley was one of the most satisfying and relaxing arable jobs I’ve done for…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Smouldering combine prompts emergency dousing

It isn’t often that we farmers have to make split-second decisions. True, the livestock can occasionally provoke a bit of quick thinking by drowning/dying/getting out, but that’s why I leave…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Breakfast bliss banished by more BBC bias

Forgive me for going off on one about the BBC again, but this time it wasn’t my idea; it was the lovely Mrs Flindt’s. We were tucking into our usual…

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Flindt on Friday: Hedgecutting - a genuine 'public good'

There’s nothing like a bit of hedgetrimming to soothe the pre-harvest nerves. The fabulous hay is sorted, I’d caught up with a bit of sleep, and I’d done the traditional…

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Flindt on Friday: Wimbledon’s on - anyone for haymaking?

There were three wise heads gathered round the kitchen at Flindt Towers – me, Hazel and Mad Mac. The time had come to plan our haymaking campaign. We like to…

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Flindt on Friday: Will I ever get my pre-harvest shut-eye?

My plans to catch up on some sleep in the pre-harvest lull are not going very well at all. It should be easy – the spray recommendations have slowed to…

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Flindt on Friday: BBC is long overdue a rural reality-check

I wonder if Jeremy Hayes, the BBC’s complaints director, still reads Farmers Weekly? I’m only asking because six years ago he got very cross with an article I wrote after…

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Flindt on Friday: Mystery of Rough Field's war hero solved

As a child, one of the highlights of the year was when Dad popped his head round the door to say: “We’re ploughing Rough Field!” I’d probably have been working…

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Flindt on Friday: All's well with the peas, but for how long?

You know that scene in every war film, where the man in charge looks out over the battlefield and says: “I don’t like it; it’s too quiet… too easy.” Well,…

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Flindt on Friday: Suspiciously 'matey' van man gets me cross

Dear Chelsea Gardens, I owe you a large and public apology. When you dropped in unannounced the other day, I was somewhat less that courteous; in fact, it could be…

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Flindt on Friday: Tech unearths farmland’s ancient secrets

There I was, standing in the Drier Yard, staring out over the peas in Blackhouse Road, wondering where all the pigeons were, when a large black estate car drove in.…

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