Down on the farm

Not really anything to do with Whittlesford or Thriplow, but one part of my day job which I really enjoy is the chance to meet farmers and talk with them, about the work they do growing the crops and raising the animals that feed us all.
I spent today with a farmer out on the fens, an old chap who had all the facts and figures in his head - no need for a compooter - and was justifiably proud of his beef herd. The only concern must be - who is going to replace him and his brother when they finally call it a day? A quarter of British landowners are aged over 65. Anyway, on a bright cold February day, with the ice and snow melting and the young Friesians and Charolais pushing their inquisitive noses over the gates, it was a great sight...