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Its been another memorable year on Diddly Squat Farm – will the chickens finally come home to roost
Welcome back to Clarksons Farm . . .
Where the spring barley crop has failed. Just like the oil seed rape. And the oats turned the colour of a hearing aid. The mushrooms went mouldy. While the sheep, pigs and cows cost more than they earned. At least, the farm shops doing a roaring trade in candles even if they smell like Jeremys knacker hammock.
So never mind the rain, the skirmishes with the local planning department and the gargantuan hole in Jeremys wallet. Because its hard to feel too gloomy about life when theres a JCB telehandler, a crop-spraying hovercraft and a digger waiting in the barn.
For any man with several metric tons of powerful machinery at his fingertips must be doing something right . . .

