Today is Michaelmas Day, which was once an important quarter day in the farming calendar.
Here in the east of England where arable farms predominate, Michaelmas was the time when farms changed hands and tenancies began or ended. Harvest was finished and the ground was being prepared for planting the new year’s crops so it was a natural time for changeovers and stock taking valuations. Nowadays, harvest is usually finished well before Michaelmas Day and some of next year’s crops are already planted in the ground but traditions are hard to break, so we still pay our farm rents on Michaelmas Day and Lady Day (25th March) and many farm businesses still finish their accounting year at the end of September. Continue reading “Michaelmas Day predictions”
Apart from a few glorious weeks in June, summer 2017 was a bit damp and despite my hopes for an Indian summer, autumn is creeping in at speed. The hedgerows are splashed with the red of rosehips and hawthorn berries and soon the leaves on the trees will change colour and fall to the ground. Continue reading “Was that summer?”
At this time of year, there are blackberries to be found all over the place, from the slightly run down corner of the car park in town, in the country park or in the hedgerows around the farm. Food for free. Who can resist?
There’s a certain nostalgia attached to blackberry picking. I always imagine a picture lifted straight from a 1960s Ladybird book with a happy family, wicker basket in hand wandering along a country lane on a sunny autumnal afternoon. Possibly with the prospect of a picnic at the end, complete with red gingham tablecloth and bottles of pop. Continue reading “Making the most of blackberries”
A good spell of sunshine at the end of the week meant that the combine could move into the fields and cut the last of the crops, bringing Harvest 2017 to a close.
Harvest has always been the most important part of the farming calendar, being the culmination of the year’s work and financial investment. We may have the advantage
over our forefathers of advanced plant breeding, fertilisers, chemicals and farm machinery that becomes ever more technologically advanced (and expensive) but ultimately farming is still governed by the weather. Good or bad weather can make or break the crop and farmers aren’t happy until the last load is in the barn. There’s a great feeling of relief that all is safely gathered in. That the crops are in the store protected from the weather. All we need worry about now is how the political and economic situation will affect the price.
Continue reading “All is is Safely Gathered In”
It’s late summer and every day is a little shorter than the previous one; a change that was almost imperceptible a month ago, is now noticeable. There seems a need to enjoy these summer days before they slip away. To notice the colours and the smells. To gather up all the fruit to preserve in sugar or vinegar. This is what late summer looks like at Slamseys this week. Continue reading “Enjoying the Days of Late Summer”
Harvest started last week. Then it rained and harvest stopped. As usual, it looks as though it will be a stop start affair.
During harvest, food is eaten on the move; throughout the day and into the night, empty cold boxes are dumped on the shelf in the grain store and fresh ones grabbed (though
sometimes quite often I get a phone call because the shelf is bare).
Each year I try to find something new to fill the harvest cold boxes and search magazines and the internet for picnic food ideas. Alas, the beautiful looking feather-light sponge cakes and jelly filled glasses set out on checked tablecloths wouldn’t last two minutes being jolted down the fields in a tractor cab.
Food on the move, whether for harvest workers or a day’s walking needs to be robust and filling. Continue reading “Essex Huffers for Food on the Move”