How everything in farming revolves around the weather. Yesterday the farmer cut two lots of grass in the hopes of making hay. Yesterday and today have been scorching hot (well for here, although not as hot as down South). But already the humidity is building up in the air and it is becoming oppressive. The barometer has fallen quite a long way since lunch time and things are beginning to look a bit dicy.
The forecast is for heavy and prolonged thunderstorms in some areas overnight and through tomorrow, with up to thirty millimetres of rain falling where a storm occurs, and where these storms happen is in the lap of the gods.
At lunch time the grass was just not quite dry enough to bale and as I left to go and see friend M for the afternoon the farmer was off to inspect it. Now I have returned and he is out - whether he is baling the hay or not I shalln't know until he returns. If not and there is a storm here (and it certainly feels as though there will be) then the crop will be virtually ruined and will have to stand until it dries out and then be made into silage.
Watch this space.***Made into hay this afternoon. The farmer came in for his tea two hours late and has now gone to load it all on to his trailer and bring it home. Looking at the weather forecast it seems that we will probably miss the bad weather tomorrow, but as the farmer has to go for an MRI scan at a hospital fifty miles away we shall be out all day and the hay will be better in one of our sheds even if it is still loaded on the trailer.