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Good old spring barley, I thought to myself from the combine seat, it’s an unlikely saviour, but it will be the crop of the harvest, writes Gerald Potterton.
"I wish people would stop talking about yields (numerically) this harvest. I’m not bothered about benchmarking with other peoples’ yields," writes Gerald Potterton.
We are now in the season when the weather forecast is scrutinised for sun and wind, and the rise and fall of the dew is monitored as closely as a life support machine.
It was like Cassius Clay hit me a killer right handed uppercut, catapulting me over the cubicles and into a sorry heap in the woolsack, recalls Gerald Potterton.
Last week hauling 20 bales up the long climb to the yard with the Fendt 718 while the speed tumbled from 52 to 30kmph, brought me back to the Ford 7600 drawing silage in about 1979.