One of the disadvantages of being so long in moving (and my poor organisation) is that I have packed all my battery chargers so that I can't take a photograph of my airer to show you - my camera battery has run out. I will have one more try:
Success! Here is my airer - it works on a pulley system - the Aga is on the right (in the white space) under the oak mantelpiece. I shall miss it
greatly when I move.
Now to what I intended to write about. When I was a small child the only 'fodder' farmers could make was hay. They waited for what they hoped was going to be a dry spell - no long range forecasts in those days which is why old farmers are still such good weather forecasters. Then they cut their grass - only one cut a year and then they hoped and prayed that the weather would hold.
Sometimes it did, sometimes it got wet a few times before it could be gathered. My father in law, who was still alive when I married the farmer, used to say that there was only one year when it was an absolute disaster in his lifetime.
I well remember as a small child going to my Aunt's in The Dukeries (an area of Nottinghamshire) and going with the farmer to gather in the hay which had been left to dry in the field. We would ride to the field on the broad back of the horse pulling the empty cart and ride back to the farm on top of a full hay wagon. Any smell of hay now brings back such a feeling of nostalgia for me. No health and safety rules in those days.
The man who has bought our farm (still in the process of going through much to my frustration) is working it too - we can't let everything get out of hand during the wait after years when the farmer kept it in such good order. After making silage he is now attempting to make some hay and to this end he cut yesterday in what was a glorious day here. Now today it has been dull all day and has been attempting to rain for the last couple of hours - holding off so far. Good weather is forecast for tomorrow and Sunday so let us hope he is successful. If not it will all be made into silage - that is the choice farmers have these days.
Tomorrow I am going out to lunch to friend W's. She has friends staying and I have been invited. I look forward to it because I know there will be chips for lunch (their daughter loves chips and so do I but rarely allow myself the luxury).