I suppose one of the good things about farming is that one is always looking to the future, whereas in ordinary day-to-day life if you are sensible you develop a 'sufficient unto the day' attitude.
To that end the fertiliser has come today ready to make the grass grow in the Spring. The prudent farmer buys it when the price is at its lowest and as our supplier rang to say that it was £50 a ton cheaper than at this time last year - the farmer ordered it and today it arrived on a large lorry. It is now unloaded and stored in a cool, dry shed until such time as the land is ready to receive it.
Although it is cold, at least it is dry, the farmer, acting as Builder's Labourer has been up on the Milking Parlour roof again. Half of the slates are now back and the job is in abeyance until next Thursday. Our Builder is semi-retired and in his spare time is a loader for the Grouse Shooting parties on the moors around here. He is grouse shooting Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.
I try not to think about it as it is a way of life up here and I am not going to change anything, am I? But he was out on the moors on Wednesday of this week and in the evening plucked and got to the oven- ready stage for his freezer - a pheasant, a grouse, a wild duck and a wood pigeon. When I turned my nose up and said I couldn;t contemplate eating any of those, he replied that I would if I was starving. I can't win, can I?