"It may not have the horsepower of a Fendt, but it's better than a horse."

Wise words from Dad, who had an early start to catch the brief frost and plough the first furrows of the season.

A good morning's work completed before the tractor limped off the field with an oil leak. That nicely rearranges today's "work-plan"; we'll be scrambling under the tractor this afternoon trying to trace the drip!

In the meantime, I'm hoping Humbug's aversion to mud will result in the furrows between us and Bailey's Cottages forming a barrier against future garden-hopping escapades. Unfortunately, he doesn't just head up there to enjoy the view.

I bet Constable didn't have this problem.