One of the more endearing traditions on old country farms is the liberal application of scrap metal to hedgerows and woodlands, and ours is no exception. Everything from piles of tin baths to the old cast iron wash tub –

and a vast amount of one of the most evil things I’ve had to handle – tangles of rusty barbed wire and old netting. After a day of clearing, the farm is almost clear, and I’ve created a mountain of the stuff ready for the scrap man to come and collect. A very satisfying days work indeed.