A STRING OF GOOD LUCK

We have just finished one of the more stressful times of the summer, haymaking. I had two smallish fields to do this year. You may think I’m daft, but I don’t like to do all the cutting in one go.

Floaters

The reason for this goes back many years when I cut all the lot on one sunny day. Then the weather caught me out, and I ended up baling rotten black stuff and piling it up in the corner of the fields and leaving it there to rot. I remember looking at one low-lying field at night after the umpteenth downpour. The once lovely rows of dry hay were actually floating on the water and had nearly all migrated to the low end of the field next to the dyke.

One field is just up the lane, which one of our neighbours kindly lets us have for free. In return, I keep the field topped and tidy during the year. The first part of our haymaking involves scanning the local weather on the internet for the next few days. I check a few sites to cross-reference the results because