Dear Reader
It's hard to stay sitting in the office when the sun is shining outside. Which is probably why I'm still here trying to get the last few pages of this magazine done as the clock counts down at a scary pace to deadline hour. As a well-seasoned journo once said to me: “There's nothing quite like a deadline to focus the mind.” How right he was. The combines are now starting to roll, with a pair of very tidy looking Topliners trundling past the house yesterday having already cleared a couple of fields of winter barley. There's actually a good population of classic Deutz-Fahrs working in this area, no doubt at least partially down to there being two local combine breakers helping to keep the belts spinning and walkers threshing.…
