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We have been keeping busy by topping, striving to mix and match cutting and grazing, hay making, preparing for silage and, as ever, fencing.

It was my birthday a few weeks ago and we celebrated by spending the day worming and weighing the last lot of lambs and tagging the final few calves before heading out for a much anticipated meal at a local pub for the first time in months, where someone else did the dishes.

This time of year is the calm before the inevitable storm of harvest; everything is sown, cows are outside, grass is cut and spraying up to date.

Looking back at an entry in a previous year’s diary is always a stark reminder of how two years are never the same, and possibly more so when you are a farmer.

It is already halfway through 2021; where on earth does the time go? This year seems to have flown by faster than usual as I have been busier than ever working on different projects across the farm.

The NHS weigh Arthur, our four-month-old, every month to make sure he’s on track. He certainty is, as he is on the 91st percentile for growth.

Mid-summer has come and gone, and the long hours of daylight are working their magic to speed up the growth of the crops and the grass.

The ongoing saga of footpath signs continues.

It has been a spring to forget for many, with the cold May dragging out winter for what seemed an unbelievable length.

It is the season for maggots, each female green bottle fly can lay 250 eggs in the fleece and they can hatch out after only 12 hours.