lets get started

I have wanted to blog for a while, it took a little push from my mate Mat Naylor, blogger and fellow Pure Tilth member, along with Ian Pigott to get me going. To listen to our fledgling podcast try this www.puretilth.com .

Mat is relatively techy, compared with me, I still marvels at the alchemy that must make calculators work. Like most people I just use what I absolutely have to in any tech situation and never go further, time to change.

If you have read my bio, that Mat kindly put up you will have a general idea of who what where etc. You will probably have noticed that we live and work on a farm, and thats probably going to be the main "thrust" ( good word) of the pure hereford blog.

So whats been happening farm boy ? I hope you ask.

Its monday, and Bob Geldof, in a rare moment of performing talent said " i dont like Mondays`s at all", neither do I Bob, and today was a bit of a stinker.

It was mostly/ completely my fault, several jobs had to be done this morning includeing takeing cattle to market, and a meeting scheduled with a really nice chap called Bob Slater from FWAG www.fwag.org.uk , and cattle prepared for TB testing at 2 pm. I was on my way to Ludlow market with two very fine fat cattle when a chap rang to say he would be there at mid day to select Herefords for next week delivery, which was a suprise as I was about to call him. Got home, washed the trailer out from the Ludlow trip, when Bob Slater rang to say he would be an hour early if thats Ok, in the meantime 8 cattle had to be penned for the vet at 2 pm to do TB tests.
As usual it all got done, and the machine that blows straw into the cattle pens for bedding was temporarily fixed and 9 Herefords were selected for next week, Steve and Robert who help me on the farm got it sorted

Tonight has been one of those magical early summer evenings we so rarely get, and to make it even better we have one of those big beer boxes in the pantry made by www.hobsons-brewery.co.uk .Left over from Sues parents 50th wedding aniversary at the weekend, congratulations Bill and Jean, it was fantastic. There is something magical about real ale on a quiet summers night, much as a glass of crisp white wine in a cafe in a provincial French town or ice cold beer in a mid western tavern on a sultry evening. When something just fits , it just fits and should be enjoyed. I enjoyed it hugely whilst Charlie enjoyed his swing and the Morning didnt seem so bad after all.

Tomorrow, I have to face the demon of the office work, Robert is cutting the excess grass in some grazing fields and Steve is building new fences, whats the betting thats not what happens.