Well another wet week here, my father blames the Glastonbury Festival 'It always rains when that lot is there', for those who know him I imagine such a comment sounds very familar. That said he has been happily watching Shirley Bassey and The Who. Next week it will be Wimbledon that cops the blame.
Perhaps building the pyramid stage on top of the ley line between Glastonbury Tor and Stonehenge has upset the climate. Whatever the reason I am pleased to say we have seen the Glastonbury spirit here ourselves with people braving the elements to go and pick fruit. I am alway amazed at intrepid old ladies determined that they will pick enough fruit for their jam, armed with little more than some stout walking shoes and a kagool. Thankfully we are not anywhere near as muddy as Worthy Farm; I guess a few hundred thousand more visitors would do that.
I have been surprised that some of the wind up merchants which I am associated with, have not been asking me more about what tractor I am driving etc. Anyway for the record my weapon of choice has been our Nissan Pick-up (see below), simply because it is faster and in the wet makes less mess than a tractor on our farm tracks.
Our two tractors are below before the inevitable questions.
