Making the cut
NOW that our field is no longer being nibbled by sheep, the long, silvery-green grasses shiver in the summer breeze above a rich understorey of pink-and-white clover punctuated by patches of egg-yolk-yellow vetch. My husband Simon’s newly planted cobnut orchard and native hedge plants—surrounding and dissecting our small acreage of land on the Dorset/ Somerset border—have grown well thanks to the warm weather. However, the continuing dry spell has necessitated hours of watering and the purchase of a special ‘soaker’ hosepipe that slowly dribbles out much-needed moisture.
The search has also been on—via ebay, trusted friends and local papers—to find a vintage tractor with which to cut the grass and cultivate the ground for the crops Simon wants to sow in order to attract all creatures great and small.
Finally, after weeks of deliberation over the merits of three- or four-pot engines, diesel versus petrol, age, condition and the all-important price, a decision has been made. On Sunday, we took delivery of a smart grey Ferguson T20 that began its working life in 1947. By the look of joy and excitement on Simon’s face, that little tractor is destined to help plough the fields and scatter for many more years to come. PL