Before anyone thinks that something awful has happened and I am in a state, let me hasten to reassure you that I mean the other sort of harrowing.
Last season our set of harrows finally fell apart and the farmer ordered new ones from our usual supplier. They have been so long arriving that they only came this afternoon but as I write he is whizzing up and down the fields getting as much harrowing done before the weather breaks as he can.
When he unloaded them from the delivery van I said that they looked rather like knitting which needing unravelling; well my knitting anyway (never my strong point).
Tess and I walked down the lane for our walk after lunch (the farmer had to go to hospital this morning for a CT Scan on his shoulders). It was a pleasure to see that the blackthorn blossom and the leaves of the hawthorn are just beginning to break out. Things are always so much later up here.