Flindt on Friday

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: To baldly go where sown barley was before

One thing we love about farming: it’s always throwing up something new. “Is that a drill miss in your winter barley, down near Dark Lane?” asked a new neighbour who…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Tractor work beats driving by country mile

It’s the middle of January, the Quality Street tins are empty (except for the ghastly coconut ones, of course), the days are getting noticeably longer, and I’m getting itchy tractor…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Strange medieval ways still relevant today

Over a boozy shoot lunch, talk turned to local history and, specifically, a little patch of land just north-east of here called Wolf Hanger. The collective wisdom around the table…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: One last hurrah for 'magic' Mike

It has to be said that many of us – "us" being the arable farmers of central Southern England – are in a bit of tizzy at the moment. The…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: 'Tis the season to revive dodgy connections

What better for Christmastime than a story of mystery and wonderment, a saga of struggle and strife and triumph against all the odds? It’s a two-day winter’s tale, and the…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Ditch diving and other confessions

“It’s all very well you crowing about catching that rally car in a poacher trap the other day,” said Hazel over breakfast in the orangery, “but I think it’s only…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Night-time poacher alert not what it seems

It came as no surprise when the phone on my bedside table rang just before 2am. I’d been wide awake since a car passed the window with such speed and…

FLINDT ON FRIDAY

Flindt on Friday: Of mice and memories and attic archaeology

We always joke that the mice seem to know when the clocks change, and while we’re all downstairs saying: “Of course, it’s really six o’clock. Or is it eight. Or…

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Flindt on Friday: Crumbs of comfort in fert buying conundrum

It was probably a bit flippant to say last week "fertiliser prices aren’t really worth that much fuss". But one thing’s for certain: there’s an awful lot of cropping plans…

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Flindt on Friday: Boxers and bijou balconies in the Big Smoke

We tried as hard as we could to persuade The Muscle to hang around in the farmhouse for a bit longer. He’d had a good summer here, helping out with…

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Flindt on Friday: Things that go zap in the night

We’re very careful about what we “put through the books” these days. There was a time – long ago – when Granny Flindt could arrive home from the country store…

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Flindt on Friday: Seed shenanigans and a flirt with density

Suggesting a change to the way we do our pre-sowing calibration is not something to be done lightly. After all, I remember the shock on this farm when it was…

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