I am a Farmers Guardian reporter and I live I London.
Every morning I leave my flat in Vauxhall and peddle my trusty bike to work.
I speed past some major landmarks including MI6, the Houses of Parliament and the London Eye before arriving at FG’s plush (ish) London office on the Southbank.
It is a route laden with long lens tourists, sharp suited businessmen and aggressive bendy busses. An altogether urban affair.
But scratch the surface and there is a hive of bizarre farming activity to be found.
Take this week.
Monday – I receive a call from Defra and am diverted off my normal cycle route to Savile Row, the world’s premier tailoring street. I arrive to find 50 sheep grazing on grass which has been laid across the entire street. Farmers in flat caps are talking to the astonished public about why British wool is so great.
Tuesday – I am led out of a meeting in the House of Commons to find a hot air balloon has landed. Who is there? The Renewable Energy Association telling a gaggle of excited MPs why they must defend the Renewable Heat Incentive, which will pay farmers a healthy subsidy for every unit of heat they generate from a renewable source.
Wednesday – As I return from a meeting I overtake a vintage Nuffield Tractor which is driving along the Mall towards Buckingham Palace. I have no idea what it was doing. It could have been the Queen.
Thursday – I awake to the familiar lowing of a cow. It all feels a bit Bethlehem. I look out of my window to see two Jersey cows grazing in the park. My flat may be in deepest darkest central London but it is also next door to a city farm.
Friday – That’s tomorrow. I am excited. Cows riding on the underground perhaps.