My husband decided to buy a used Harobed (as we call them, and no, that’s not misspelled, although many use the spelling “harrow bed” erroneously; the machine was invented in the late 1950s by Gordon Grey, who named it by spelling his daughter Deborah’s name backward, so the story goes; for those in other parts of the haying world, I’m referring to a stacker … but I digress).

This has been a weird year, and I have to say I have never been as anxious to see a year go into the books as 2020. However, I have to admit that, on reflection, Andrea (Miss Andy to our friends) and I were more prepared for 2020 than most.

As I write this, the world has just welcomed in 2021 with an almost desperate sense of relief, as if flipping the calendar from 2020 to 2021 will magically make everything better. Who knows?