Harvest has almost finished at Slamseys. This year has been fast and furious with long, hot days and dry grain with only a short break when rain stopped play. Once the wheat has been cut, the cracks in the ground become even more apparent.
Our new house is in the farmyard, so instead of being slightly cushioned from the hustle and bustle as we were in the farmhouse, we’re right in the middle now, which I enjoy.
It means that the background noise to the day is tractors rushing into the yard, reversing into the grain store to unload the grain and the reverberating bang of the tailgates shutting.
I have a birds-eye view of the lorries being loaded with grain.
We’re only a few paces walk from the grain store, so it’s easy to drop off bottles of lemon squash and packed meals throughout the day, though I’m not averse to wandering down the fields to drop off supplies. For the first time in many years, we’re selling straw to a local livestock farmer instead of chopping the straw and incorporating it in the soil.
Harvest is a frenetic time of year. It’s the culmination of the past year’s work and the weather, which can make or break harvest, is out of our control. This year’s hot, dry summer has meant a swift and early harvest and though yields are down, we haven’t had to dry any grain and there’s been no frustrating stop, start, weather watching of a damp harvest.
In all the hustle and bustle of harvest, it’s good to stop for a moment. Looking across stubble fields in the fading daylight, knowing that most of the crop is safely in the grain store, makes us realise how lucky we are and to be grateful for the good things in our lives.