Equipped to make the best choices
As the end of the hedge-laying season draws near, jobs that have been put off until later become pressing. Richard Gould and I struggled for what seemed like weeks with a rough old Norfolk farm hedge. Neglected for years, it was a laborious job and the balmy weather necessitated rolled-up sleeves. Our arms trickled red from countless lacerations. I returned home tired, dusty and bloody, wanting nothing more than a bath, dinner then bed.
However, I’d promised the Gipping Valley Young Farmers Club that Gouldy and I would take them on a farm walk around Flea Barn. Regular readers will be aware that I recently volunteered to teach a group
