Published: 19th Dec 2011

I make no secret of the fact that I am at heart a farmer boy. At 14 I was driving tractors, milking cows and generally making myself useful on the farm. My father was a bank manager, so the farm on which I worked at weekends and school holidays was not my own. That said I did marry the farmer’s daughter a number of years later! Today I no longer plough fields, chase escaped cattle, or freeze on bleak winter days hand pulling sugar beet from corners of windswept fields. I do however have a tractor, enough land upon which to drive it, and am still married to the farmer’s daughter. Because clearly the lady who was to become my mother-in-law saw potential in her daughter marrying the local bank manager’s son, I often ate Sunday lunch at the farm. This was timed to coincide with your weekly broadcast on … (To read the full article, subscribe below)