Chloe Swarbrick (CS); Steve, I see you are due to be retrained. From The Ridge (FTR); I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that, I thought you said I was to be retrained. CS; Yes, that’s what I said. You are next on the list. It’s your turn. FTR; I’m sorry, I think we are at […]
Hey! It’s me, Ditch. You remember me. I was the tiny pup the boss found a few years ago in the water table that some sod had dumped. He rescued me, called me Ditch because he thought Watertable was silly even by his standards. Thought he give me a chance of being a sheepdog but […]
I see our old mates at Greenpeace are up to their tricks again. I don’t doubt their ultimate intentions. Like me, and you, they want to make the world a better place. And overall, they are helping to do that. To get any change someone needs to be pushing, cajoling, agitating and advocating for a […]
Pete is an occasional visitor. He loves coming to the farm and is very content helping me with whatever task I’m up to at the time. And other than being well fed, happily does it for nothing which is why I love Pete in return.
Sitting here in front of a blank page on the screen considering what a politics sated readership might want to read after our election weekend.
Something completely different perhaps to excite and stimulate jaded senses.
So many topics to consider for a column. Perhaps something of great importance like the standoff of two crazy guys both armed with nuclear weapons one of whom could make one silly decision and irrevocably change the world for ever. Not for the better.
Lambing is my annual harvest no different to an apple grower, viticulturist bringing in the grapes or a cropping farming with his combine harvester.
And like these, of all the production cycle, the time of harvest is the time carrying the most risk from the weather but more on this later.
I’ve been given the opportunity to fill this slot seen as the boss is away.
In case you haven’t heard of me from the boss’s earlier column let me fill you in.
I can’t remember how I ended up in the water table between his two little farms but