As I write, several local towns are again cut off by road due to flooding, many for the fourth time in as many weeks. As soon as we enjoy a dry day, there is a two-day deluge and the water rises again to dangerous levels, leaving homes and businesses flooded and roads impassable.
I am thankful we are on higher ground and the water runs off, but thoroughly empathetic to those downstream whose lives are severely affected.
We are now heading into lambing season with our early flock lambing indoors.
However, I am wondering why I chose to chase the earlier higher prices on our lamb contract when it is surely going to be little more than a costly lesson that fighting nature is futile in our upland climate, and that April lambing is still the best idea.
Having said that, the lambs are arriving healthy and without the normal troublesome introductory week. The ewes seem to be milking well and as long as conditions indoors remain biosecure, clean and dry, they will remain housed until this weather passes.
After all the farmer bashing in the media of late, the recent unprecedented weather and the ongoing uncertainty of Brexit, we are hit with the headline of ‘Britain doesn’t need farmers’ in the The Mail on Sunday.
This is a dangerous statement and irresponsible of Government advisers, not least given all the latest upheaval in recent months due to the spread of coronavirus.
The world’s transport links could soon become vulnerable, including the transportation of people which has seen the demise of a flight company – and surely more will follow.
It has proved what a fine line all the movement of people and foodstuffs can become. We are a highly populated island nation and food production is what we do well. Food security on our shores is a must.
You only need to witness the hysteria causing a shortage of toilet paper and empty shelves to realise the volatility of modern consumer demands.
Once again, I am thankful to live in the hills. I will resurface in to society after lambing, sleepy eyed and dishevelled with an overgrown beard, maybe with a dock leaf in hand, and hope it has all blown over.