The new barn is here. After a month of delay due to supply chain issues, the holes have been dug, the concrete has been poured and the steel is going up.
Winter might have been a bit late in coming this year – here in the Scottish Borders the grass was still growing in November – but when it did it definitely came with a bang, or should I say storm.
I only started writing for Farmers Guardian this year after ‘Editor Ben’ [Briggs], as he is now known in our house, rang and asked if I could deliver positive, humorous and light-hearted family farming stories. I said yes, knowing my wonderfully weird family could provide me with content in telehandler-sized bucketfuls.
It is the season of school nativity plays – Covid-19 permitting – and I listen to the strains ofÌýAway In A Manger sung by some angelic voices and some rather discordant reedy voices.