Brassy

"W'er' the's muck the's brass"

An ancient Yorkshire wise-man once said.

Sage words indeed.

And here may be evidence?

Beef in a muddy field, wet, cold and dejected, Mournfully chewing on feed brought and dumped with an expensive multi-loader.

I don't know how it works.

Neither do I know why the 'get off my land' notices have started to disappear. I can still hear the shooters in another field.

I am a city boy, new to the ways of the country.

We produce milk and sell it for a price which won't pay our bills.