Seeing the awful devastation Hurricane Irma is leaving in its wake is quite terrifying. I can only be selfish and say thank goodness I don't live in a hurricane area. If there is a gale blowing here and it is in a certain direction then our market place is pretty hard to keep your feet in - but then I am ancient and wobble about with my stick anyway. But one hundred and eighty five miles an hour wind and a huge storm surge - goodness me - any envy I might have had for the beautiful places there and the pleasant life style have rapidly disappeared. My heart goes out to all those on Barbuda who, looking at the pictures from the air, appear to have lost absolutely everything - some even their lives.
Here in the Yorkshire Dales the third, and final, lot of silage is in the process of being gathered in. Rain was forecast but so far seems to have kept off bar the odd spit or spot and as I write the last lot of grass is being baled and wrapped. This has been an excellent year for grass and there will be no shortage of cattle feed this winter that is sure.
In another month or six weeks the cattle will be coming in for Winter. We are a largely grass area - farms are either dairy farms or suckler herd farms or sheep farms. Sometimes two of these. Any arable fields on the whole are used for winter feed with some of the corn being sold to local merchants. How different to lower down the country where the very large arable farms are. In fact, thinking about it, what diversity on such a small island - not just in farming but also in the scenery.
I shall now take Tess down the road to see how the silage men are getting on.