Awst 2004 August

Wellies and Wheelbarrows

I’ve come to the conclusion that the powers that be in Brussels have changed the law with regard to Welsh summers. Long hot hay days have been replaced by dull, damp and generally miserable weather and all this has been done solely to irritate one.

Arwel Bach cut my first fields last week at the beginning of what Mr. Fish (idiot) called a high, only for a mini monsoon to descend on us the minute he’d finished. So far only one field of mediocre quality hay is in the shed with the rest either lying on the field deteriorating or standing waiting to be cut. I’m sure the lads who’ve got to carry it are praying for fine weather, having endured back ache and blistered hands carrying the last lot. If they have to shift any more heavy bales I don’t think £100 per hour would get them to turn up. Over the last few weeks I’ve started selling some of this years lambs. The prices are slightly down on this time last year, but looking on the bright side I’m only a million quid short of my first million! With rain stopping play in the hay fields I decided to castrate and dehorn the calves. This usually involves a rodeo, a lot of sweating, and me being covered in bruises by the time the jobs done. This year, however, I took advantage of David Rogers good nature and borrowed his calf crate. The job was done in no time at all with minimum stress to the calves and me only getting kicked once. So, it looks like I’ll have to put a calf crate on the ever increasing list of handy things to buy some time in the future. Needless to say progress on the shed is slow and I’d rather not talk about it.

Gareth Llan.
© Copyright Gareth Bryan 2004.

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