My early copies of Farmer's Weekly were in the small house at the end of the farmyard at the edge of the bluegums.
That was in the 1950s in the Midlands of Rhodesia [now Zimbabwe]. Since then, I have read the magazine on a regular basis. At intervals during my working life, but since retiring to Langkloof in the Eastern Cape 22 years ago, I have read it every week.
All things change, magazine changes, too, but today is as good as ever.
