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Yes it is called beating pretty much everywhere else except norfolk and Suffolk. We do things differently here.

I'll see the farm staff next week so I'll ask them then. Cheers

It really had no substance at all, almost like sea foam. I ran my finger through it and the stuff just collapsed then disappeared.

Yesterday while I was out brushing I found a few of these out in a field. They were roughly cricket ball sized, blobs of foam. My first thought was cuckoo spit as it had a similar consistency but I've never seen as much in one place and not at this time of year. A few of them had collapsed into the bare earth and left only traces, but most were still like the one pictured. No one on the cart had a clue what they are, so I thought I'd try on here. Anyone got any ideas?

Ain't that the truth.

It's called the Overton window. But it used to be the public that decided, not the media and politicians.

I can understand what you are saying, particularly about work. I struggle getting up on Monday mornings as I'm sure many others do on the daily grind, and I'm only about half way through my working life, that's if I will be able to retire at all which I doubt. Modern life has a lot to ask for, social and mainstream media paint an unrealistic picture of what life should be like, what folks should be doing/have accomplished and it's made many people feel inadequate and hard done by. But no one should feel this way as we are all different and judging someone by how wealthy or accomplished they are is stupid. We all have different priorities, and they will change and develop over time. Money won't buy you happiness and neither will envy of those better off. The richest person I know is probably also the most miserable. A farmer in his late 70s, whose only joy is pinching pennies. His attitude and demeanour have alienated him from his children and his wife left him a long time ago. He'll be the wealthiest person in the grave yard and all his lifes work will be for nothing. Learn to enjoy what you have, spend money on the things that make you happy, and if that's your family or children then so be it. Find other hobbies and things to occupy your free time that don't cost too much, and there are literally millions of things you could do. Work while you can and don't worry too much about the future, life will work out OK most times. I hope you find a way to get through this period in your life.

Lings is a bit hit and miss, sometimes its rammed with carts sometimes sparse. Phil Webster is quite a trek from north norfolk but always has good stock, he's my go to but is near my work so easy for me. Churchills also normally have plenty of carts in. Jeez, I went there about 10 years ago and it looked like the place hadn't been open for decades. I eventually found the old boy who seemed quite put out that I'd called in to his supposedly open shop.

I was in corfu with my then girlfriend dozing off a monster hangover by the pool. Kept surfacing and glancing through the bar window to the telly in the corner and seeing what seemed like an endless replay of a terrible film. Eventually went in to get a drink and asked them what they were watching only to learn the truth. It cleared my hangover pretty quickly. The rest of the holiday lost its lustre after that. I don't really remember how the airport/flight back was but I don't recall any increased security or delays although I'm sure there must have been.

We have recently switched vets from a group practice to a new independent place in town owned entirely by two vets. We were lucky to get in as the waiting list was huge and spaces were limited, mostly from people desperate to get away from the sky high prices and shoddy service at our old vets. Hopefully if they remain successful they will expand over time but so far they have been great. My advice would be to try and find another practice if you aren't happy, and make sure you tell them why you are leaving them if you manage to find a new place. We also pay a monthly subscription which includes flea/worm treatment and 6 monthly checks with a vet, plus discounted bills for future services. The wife says its very reasonable (i dont really know, i just pay the bills) so it could be worth looking into something similar if available.

Funny, you have just described my neighbours. Seems to be a lot of it about in Norfolk these days. At least they haven't set fire to the grass yet, not that there's much grass on their side of the hedge.

Thanks for the answer. Maybe we should campaign for sporting to be included in the next Olympics....

Team GB men last contested this event back in 2012, but not at all since then. We seem to be able to send very strong contenders for the women's event every games, but no longer for the men. Does anyone know why this is so? As far as I can make out GB shooters still do well at world and European skeet championships, and up until it was omitted from the Birmingham commonwealth games, we always did very well. I'm sure I'm missing something obvious, but I'm also sure someone on here will know the answer.

On our farm when I was growing up we had one particular meadow that had a Brook flowing right through the middle of it. It was right on the boundary of our place and bordered the farms small wood and flight pond that my dad put in in the late 70s. As it was tucked out of the way and relatively small at just over two acres it was just left to grow wild and the only attention it got was if one of our neighbours sheep escaped. It looked very much the same as your picture, absolutely full of wetland wild flowers and a haven for the likes of great crested newts and all kinds of moths and butterflies. We had a tutor from the local ag college come down a couple of times to do wildlife surveys and he told us it was the most diverse place in terms of flora and fauna for miles. When dad retired and the farm lease lapsed some of the land was sold for development and Google earth shows the new housing but it also shows the meadow and wood are still there. I often wonder what sort of state they are in. I shot my first duck on that flight pond and bagged my best ever haul flighting pigeons in the wood, but that was over 25 years ago now. I hope for the sake of the local wildlife it all still thrives to this day.

Keep an eye out for local farm sales or collective sales, they often have one or two anvils. Not like the old days though when they went for scrap money, too many people want them so they make strong money.