EARLIER this week, all of the nation’s stern-faced weather-men and weathermen ladies said that an apocalyptic storm would arrive in Britain on Tuesday night.
And that the torrential rain and gales would not die down for two weeks.
And so, on Tuesday morning, even though my crops were not really ready, and the moisture content was still too high, I fired up the combine and got to work.
Yes, I’d have to pay £10 a ton to dry the grain after it was harvested but better to take that hit than have the whole lot ruined by the storm.
We worked tirelessly until 11pm and when I finally crawled into bed, utterly exhausted, I noticed that all of my neighbouring farmers were still out here, doing the same thing.