WE were halfway into series two before it dawned on us. Except for the Lamborghini tractor and the magical bank balance, Diddly Squat —Clarkson’s Farm—and Wyken Farm (pronounced ‘lickin’) are two versions of the same story—with one big difference: West Suffolk’s council was pro-farmers, in favour of jobs for local folks and had common sense.
If you aren’t watching, the television series that folks in these parts find more compulsive than, you may wonder what I’m talking about. My subject is farming, something that resembles country life and provides ambience for COUNTRY LIFE, but is now in bad trouble (). That’s), has set out to show people in this country. A late-in-life farmer, he wants to save farms, starting with his own 1,000 acres in the Cotswolds.
