The forecast for the next four or five days is rain, rain, rain. So on Wednesday m’father cut his hay, Thursday he turned it and Friday evening we all turned out to get it baled and stacked.

I haven’t made hay for about the last 25 years, but it’s amazing how it all comes back to you once you set foot in the field.

We hitched a lift down the field on the trailer.

Son-in-the-middle gets the hang of jumping on a moving trailer.

Sparky with her ‘what are they doing to me now?’ expression.

The troops get their instructions.

Third-and-final son (and Walter) give me a hand stacking the bales ready for pickup.

Tough job this one.

And lift!

Tomorrow: rakes, tractors and more of the team.