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20 December who’d have thought it?


Harvesting kale. Clyde sat on the ground weighing off/packing with his tee shirt sleeves rolled up. Who’d have thought it two days away from the winter equinox? Graham’s sheep get fat on a hundred and twenty acres of blown Brussel sprouts that just couldn’t wait for the festivities *. Start time in the field has been put back until 8 0’Clock, you can’t see what quality is going in the bag before then and at 4, we are clearing up, shutting down in the gloom while one day this week it never seemed to get light at all.
Our two bestselling lines this Christmas are cavolo nero – and thyme, which has gone off the scale.
Police versus hare coursers continues to provide entertainment as we work, though when we see flashing lights going one way up Scarborough Bank and wreck travelling 70 mph in the other direction on road parallel, we do wonder if the police car is a beacon or a clever decoy.
Our broadband speed was 0.14 and you can’t do a lot with that. India acknowledged there was a problem, they were having a lot of trouble because of the weather. Too wet? Too windy? Too mild?! Kings, our local garage, stepped in and let us use their connection. When our speed increased to 4.23, it felt like superfast broadband had arrived, but BT said the case was now closed as 1.5 was the most they guarantee, obviously setting their targets high.
Andreij has moved to pastures new. Without discussion nor notice, he texted he was now self-employed having burnt his bridges by resigning from the staffing agency we use. No way did he meet the criteria as set down by HMRC for self-employment and as such we could not employ him at Strawberry Fields. He reckons he had sought advice. (How to milk the system in the UK?) We had paid the agency extra for Andreij, more than we pay ourselves in order to keep him overwinter when he clocks up less hours and we planted extra leeks to compensate. All the best laid plans and that.
That leaves us just to wish all our customers and followers of this blog, joy at Christmas time and peace in the New Year
Pam, Clyde and Dicken
*brussels cost the farmer £1000 -1200 acre to get to the picking stage



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