But the only thing is there are some biggish lumps down the field which you get when using the rotaspreader.
So, after two or three nice dry days we gave it a run over with the chain harrows to try to break it down a bit.
It is actually getting late enough for spreading farmyard manure as any later and it may not have rotted down by silage time at the end of May.
We will still have to give it another run over with the chain harrows and then follow up with the heavy roller after which the fields should be in top condition.
Another job we needed to get done while it was dry was replace two fibre cement sheets which the wind had removed from the hayshed roof and then bounced them up over the other side of the roof, leaving small holes in more sheets as they went.
With me not being the bravest of souls when it comes to walking around on shed roofs, I kept sat firmly on my backside – it makes the job far more difficult but I felt safer.
Also about 20 tiles had come off the stock building roof, the tile lattes had perished altogether so we needed new wooden lattes.
We have a pile of second hand tiles so got the job botched up okay.
They are dry now inside so it must be watertight .
We got notification of two half day events.
Well, it was maybe half day for them running them – but 1-4pm in the afternoon plenty of work to be done.
After that, they were run by ADAS and Natural England and were looking at sustainable farming practice in the uplands, one for cattle the other for for sheep.
Usually these are 40 or 50 mile away and further but these were local – well, Goathland for sheep and Westerdale for cattle.
Both meetings took the same format – sat in an outbuilding with a door at either side of us with plenty of room for ventilation above to the roof so the freezing force 10 gale could blow straight though.
Travelling up to Westerdale, I was hoping there were plenty of signs out as it is an area which was completely new country to me.
I probably learnt as much getting there from the terrain and seeing the different farming practices of those further up the valley.
Thinking back though I maybe should have visited that countryside more often as in my schooldays – there were some real bonnie young ladies who came from around that area.