Flindt on Friday FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: Turnips, tunes, treasures and almost tearsI was doing alright until I found the horseshoe in the Hangar field. After all, my retirement from arable farming is not like a normal retirement – office folk keep… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: The debate over ploughing is getting dirtyWhile the Deere’s turbo cooled for my tea break, I gave the plough skims a bit of a scrape off. The National Trust have called me in to help with… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: Duncombinin - the new name game at Manor FarmAs you can imagine, a lot of midnight oil has been burned over the past few months as assorted family members have talked late into the night about our monumental… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: A wild new era begins at Manor FarmTwo very significant things happened last autumn. First, our youngest set off for his placement year in the City, and within a matter of days, it became blindingly obvious that… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: Here's how my last ever harvest wentWhat’s that? You want another harvest review? Oh, all right. If I must. But be aware, this one is slightly special. Let’s start with the weather, of course. We’ve never… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: Climate highs and lows in an old farmhouseYou can’t beat an old English farmhouse during a heatwave. Throw all the windows open (once you’ve put mesh over them to combat the mysterious flood of bugs) and let… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: Eureka moment in a wildly bouncing Tucano“The good news,” I said to myself as the combine bounced up and down in the Joan’s Acre gateway at a curiously precise 3Hz, “is that this will surely win… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: A good crack beats a soggy soil any seasonThere’s a lot of fuss and bother going on at the moment about cracks in arable fields. My fellow farmers are poking sticks down them, lowering their phones into them,… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: Nice day for a White Hill bedding partyI paused the combine at the top of Cheyney Field and grabbed a cuppa and a couple of paracetamol (I was still waiting for Claas to fix a rigid header… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: Regen revision gets me into a tight spotNational Trust walkers setting out on the round-the-estate Dutton Walk must have been stunned last week to see the hedge had been neatly trimmed for the first time in many… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: Midsummer maladies, farmer fashionA friend who’d been away for a couple of weeks rang for a much-needed catch-up. “How did the Mamma Mia party go?” he asked. I told him it had been… FLINDT ON FRIDAYFlindt on Friday: Sorry seems to be the hardest farming wordOne of the many joys – nay, privileges – of farming is coming to someone’s rescue. The lady land agent, lost and lonely on Bramdean Common with a flat tyre.… More articles
