Ploughing a lonely furrow until all is sown
These days are long. We are up very early and are not back until very late. My company for the last couple of weeks has been seagulls and the radio. I've heard enough about the presidential hopefuls to write a book.
We have a few more weeks of ploughing before we can get back to normal, as long as the weather holds.
We are really lucky to have such a good team -- I plough, Phil sows and my father-in-law George rolls. It means we get it done all at the same time and cover a lot of acres quickly.
I have a five-furrow reversible Kverneland plough and it makes light work of our ground. Some years it can be sticky or slabby, but this year it is lovely and crumbly.
The disadvantage of the ground being this dry is I seem to be ploughing up a lot more stones than an average year.
At the ploughing match this year, I got to see a high standard. Many people who attend don't look at the ploughing at all, but I was very impressed. It is a technical skill and, let me tell you, these competitors make it look easy.
The Farming Independent's Darragh McCullough was competing for the first time and he was very good. I don't know if it's something I would like to do in the future, but at the moment I am happy ploughing just for ourselves.
Believe me, when the season is over I'll have had enough of ploughing for one year.