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Gerald had been diagnosed with prostate cancer.

Something that Kaleb and I discussed

while trying to do what our absent friend normally does.

Bollocks.

No.

No.

It's bloody complicated.

Yeah.

I've been phoning round doctors and things I know.

Yeah?

And his odds are really good.

- But it's scaring him to death. - Yeah.

He doesn't understand.

No, I know he doesn't understand. And he's bewildered.

Because, for obvious reasons, somebody said: "Sorry, it's cancer."

- That's all he heard. - Yeah.

He's desperately upset.

Terrified, poor man.

No.

He's a strong man. He's worked the land all of his life.

He's not unfit, is he?

He can do a day's work at...

- What age is he? - 74.

He's amazing.

We were now heading into late autumn.

And on Kaleb's side of the farm, in one of the arable fields,

things were not going well.

So, Jeremy and Charlie said it was too late to plant oilseed rape.

I took the decision, as farm manager now, to plant it myself.

And unfortunately, it's failed.

Fucking annoying.

And when Kaleb came over to see me,

he became even more annoyed.

Who the fuck is that?

It's interesting you should ask that,

because it's actually half of Groove Armada.

Who?

Half of... He was in Groove Armada.

I don't know what that is. Why is he drilling my field?

Er...

The thing is that fellow Doncaster-boy Andy Cato

no longer does this for a living.

Like me, he's now moved into farming.

And a couple of weeks earlier, he and his business partner, George Lamb,

had dropped round to talk about their big idea.

- I know it's called regenerative farming. - Yeah.

But I'd really like to understand what it is.

Our current farming system declares war on natural systems.

And tt's got us in a bit of a fix.

Our soils have been pounded and poisoned

to a point where they're within a few decades of giving up.

We've lost 80% of our insects, so we can't keep doing that.

Regenerative farming is a way of farming which tries to copy natural systems.

- But it's not organic? - No.

In organic, the main thing

is about not using any chemicals.

Where we're different is we're about assessing each bit of farmland

and trying to figure out what it needs.

So if we took the plant and we took a reading from it,

and it told us that you were missing boron,

or magnesium or something specific,

we can feed according to need,

rather than going and just dumping thousands of kilos onto the field.

That's what we do.

We filled a sprayer up with gallons and gallons of chemicals

and just go out and do every field.

Andy then explained that the goal with regenerative farming

was to copy the way nature likes to mix things up.

One thing you'll never find in the woods or along a hedgerow

or any natural system,

is one type of plant.

Nature never allows one type of plant to grow in a big area.

If you look in a drought year like this year,

all the bits that stood up to it

are the hedgerows, the woodlands and the bits that we haven't touched.

The bits that have stayed green?

Yeah. And the thing is,

as the hedgerow or the woodland or the meadowland prove,

when that's working,

you don't need to put anything on it. Nature's got it sorted.

So what we've got to get away from is monocultures.

You're suggesting planting wheat and something else

- in the same field at the same time? - Yeah.

So the idea of wheat and beans is a good starting point.

- In the same field? - Yes.

Two things are happening there.

One is that the nitrogen from the atmosphere,

of which there's an infinite abundance

80% of it, isn't it?

The beans are taking that down and putting it in the soil,

- to replace fertiliser inputs. - The beans are?

- The beans are. - They're great nitrogen fixers.

And so, by putting two plant families in the same field,

we're starting that process of feeding the soil microbes,

which we need to help recover with a diversity of plants.

Your yields are going to be way down.

You're not going to grow as many beans as if you just had a bean field

or as much wheat, surely?

Here's the thing.

The overall output will be higher.

- Really? - Yeah.

I know what you mean.

- Net-margin-wise, at the bottom line. - Yes.

Overall you might do less yield in actual weight with us.

But if you take all those input costs out,

for example, the chemical prices are going up and up and up

our margin is higher.

Plus, you're also building health into your soil

so you can farm indefinitely.

If you carry on using the same extractive system based on chemicals,

the likelihood is in a couple of generations' time,

you won't be able to produce food on your farm.

So if we started to think not in terms of yield,

like the weight we get out of a field, but in how much money...

We only ever talk about.

"We got so many tonnes per acre."

If we start to talk about how many pounds per acre...

Yeah.

I like the sound of this.

Yeah, because you're not having to give Mr CF Industries

£1,000 for your fertiliser.

Exactly.

Then came the really enticing bit.

Andy and George would guarantee

to buy any crops we grew using their method

for a premium price.

You buy it?

- We buy it off you at a premium. - That's even better.

You buy for more than I would get from an ordinary grain merchant?

Yeah. For sure.

Who do you sell it to?

We're at about 250 regular customers,

and that spreads from small artisan bakeries

to Marks & Spencers.

- Marks & Spencers? - Marks & Spencers?

Marks & Spencers.

So your flour that you sell us can be going into M&S.

Charlie and I were sold.

So I'd handed over one of the fields to Andy...

To see if his new soil-friendly system would work.

And now, I just had to hope that Kaleb wouldn't mind.

That's pissing me off seeing him in there.

You don't know what he's drilling yet, wheat and beans.

I see a bean bag.

Yeah, he's got wheat and beans in his hopper.

It's my field, though.

I've drilled this field for the last 6 years now.

You won't have to this year because he's doing it.

He's putting it in with a disc drill.

- That's not gonna work. - Why not?

Look out there. What do you see?

- Mud. - No. The other thing with the mud.

- Stones. - Yes.

Do you know how a disc drill works?

We've got a tine drill for that reason. It moves the stone out the way

then plants the seed.

- Yeah. - Yes?

You put a disc drill through that, that'll go over the stone

and plant the seed on top of the stone.

- Will it? - Yes.

Hmm...

He's probably on Boy's Land. This is Man's Land.

I then put on my "Boutros Boutros" hat,

because it was time for the two of them to meet.

Be nice. Don't be petulant like a child.

Andy, Kaleb.

- How you doing? - Kaleb, Andy.

- He's thrilled. - Nice to meet you.

- He's thrilled. - Looking pretty thrilled, yeah.

- No. Oh, here's somebody else. - Hi.

- Been planting with a trowel? - Scratching like a chicken.

Yeah.

The first thing he says is you're using

a disc drill, which won't work in that field.

- Yeah? - There's a lot of stone.

There are?

- Do you think it'll work? - I'm with you with the stones.

This drill is set up to sow two things at the same time

and put a bit of probiotic liquid down with the seed.

If we get through the stones, we can get the job done.

What's the liquid for? Fertiliser?

No, it's like, er...

We're gonna try and bring the soil back to life.

- And get all the things... - It is alive.

If I farm that bit there and you rip this bit up and put your

whatever you're doing, in here, you'll get a better yield?

No, no, no.

Okay. Would you make more money than I would?

Well, let's go back a step, because if...

- You're tall as the sun. - What's that?

- If... - My neck.

Do you want me to come down the down slope?

Yeah, if that's all right.

- Yeah, better. - That's better!

What are you planting? Wheat?

- And beans. - How do you harvest it

and not lose anything out the back?

You set it so you're not losing anything out the back.

- It'll go through a grain cleaner. - Which costs more money.

You don't have to take care of that because part of the deal is

that we'll just take the wheat and beans together and we'll sort it all out.

- They do that. - Do we sell it to you then?

Yeah.

- And they pay a premium. - Fine.

Next question, then. Was you in a band?

- I was. - I can tell.

Because?

Because you've left your tractor running at a pound a litre.

It was now late November.

And I had my head buried in my latest homework.

Yorkshire pig.

Who are you looking at?

Because despite Charlie's protests, I'd bought some pigs

and their arrival was only days away.

Corrugated iron.

As a result,

I had to get three big pens built in the potato field.

This would be a lot of work and I really needed some expert help.

Kaleb is ill.

Okay.

First rule, you would have thought with farming, you go to work. The end.

There is a really bad cold going around.

- Yeah, but it's a cold! - It's horrible.

Foetuses. Honestly.

Could you grab the telehandler? Since it's an emergency.

Look at this!

This is the Diddly Squat Heavy Machinery Unit

swinging into action here.

Whoa.

Bloody hell.

Wind!

No! I've got my own sail!

- You know what pigs I'm getting? - No.

They're called Shandy and Blacks.

- Ooh! - And they are from...

- See the forest over there? - Yeah?

That's where they're from. Forest of Wychwood.

- You are kidding? - No.

- A few years ago... - Uh-huh?

There was only one

man pig left.

- Boar? - Yeah. One left in the whole world.

- No way? - And it was rescued by a farm in Dean.

They're bringing it back. So I've decided to get Shandy and Blacks.

It sounds like a sort of thing a northern woman would drink in a pub.

- 83 m? - There.

- This is the other corner. - Here we go.

Look, a farmer! At work!

Possibly with a light cold, mild flu,

but able to go to work.

Having measured out the pens, our next job was to install the fences

using a post knocker I'd nicked from Kaleb's yard.

Right.

- What we need to do is get that pin... - In the middle.

- Into there. - Okay.

Oh, wow!

- Are we happy? - Yep.

Oh nice.

Can you imagine putting someone's head there? 'Oomph! Gone.

- "Gangs of London." - This would be a great one.

We should do "Gangs of Chipping Norton"!

Put people's heads on this!

- Shall I put these every 3 metres? - Yeah.

It really is raining now and officially night.

- I've done the maths. - Yep.

And we're gonna have to put in 75 fence posts

before we start putting the actual fencing up.

We're not quick, but it is our first day.

- Yep. - And we can be proud of ourselves.

Right, we've gotta thread this through here. Yeah.

Ooh, that was juicy.

Right, now, here we go.

When I drive forwards, it's going to tension it.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Jeremy? Whoa, whoa!

You've pulled it over.

What? Pulled what?

I was screaming at you and you can't hear.

- What have I pulled over? - You pulled the last post over.

Eejit.

Fucking ripped the whole thing up.

You're meant to be looking at me.

- We could have used the phone. - We can all blame each other.

No, it's not that.

I was trying to make sure that the thing wasn't wobbling at the front.

"Blame each other"?

We're gonna have to put the post... How are we gonna...

Wait. This is more of a problem. No, stop just for a second.

The corner post has to go there to be in line with that

- and in line with this. - Uh-huh.

And we've loosened the ground up, haven't we?

We hav... "We" have?

Yeah, "we" have.

When the fences were all up,

we quickly discovered we'd given ourselves a problem.

Hang on. Let's think about this.

If you open that one...

Yep.

Right. So we have to open this one first.

Or we have to take this one off. Do we?

Well, if we open this one first...

- No, it's... - We fucked up.

- I know we did. It should've been... - So take that off.

Yes. Exactly.

Despite the setbacks, though, we managed without Kaleb or Charlie

to finish the pens.

And then, we had to start work on the pig houses,

which came with my least favourite thing:

An instruction manual.

From this to this in 30...? Fuck off! 30 minutes my arse. Look!

- That goes on there like that, yeah? - Oh, yeah? Okay.

It's IKEA, but for pigs.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah.

Is that on the... where it's painted?

- Okay. - Perfect.

Er...

- Oh for fuck's sake! - What?

There's no door.

- We were supposed to use that. - Oh those go there.

Jesus.

Okay?

I picked up the nearest bit of wood. I didn't realise you needed a door.

But pigs need doors.

We've gotta swivel it round, haven't we? Yeah.

We've now been exactly half an hour.

Right.

Sansa? Arya?

Oh! I'm going backwards.

Sansa! Arya! Come here.

Sansa? Arya? Dogs?

Oh, they're here.

Sit.

Sit.

Arya, sit.

Sit.

Sit.

Sit.

Oh, God.

Right, look, well, it's firm... ish.

That's good. Let's get the next one.

I can't remember how many days it's taken us

to build this pig migration centre,

but we have pretty much done it.

Yep.

Perfect.

I am actually feeling really rather pleased with that.

If there's any pig farmers watching who wanna write in, do.

Mark your envelope: "Yeah, we were impressed as well."

Er...

"Diddly Squat Farm, Chipping Norton, Oxfordshire."

But, despite our best efforts,

the pig hotel wasn't quite finished

by the time our guests arrived.

- I'm Jeremy. - Hello, Jeremy.

How are you? This is Lisa. Wherever she is.

- Hello, there. How are you? - Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too. - Hi. I'm Peter.

- Hi. Josh. Nice to meet you. - Hello, Josh. How are you?

- What have you got here? - Proper pig boards.

What are they for?

To steer the pigs in the paddocks, so they don't run that way.

- Oh, you use the board. I see. - Oh, right. Easy.

You can't put them on a lead.

I've seen Babe! I know how it works.

Piggies!

- How old are these ones? - About a year.

Are they what you call weaners? Or are they gilts?

Moving on from weaners to gilts, yeah.

I can't wait to get them. Can we get them out?

Yeah.

Here they come!

Good pigs.

Oh, they are fantastic! Look at them!

You rare breed, you!

- So those are how old? - They're coming up to a year now.

I love their socks they've got on.

I know!

But there's one... Oh, bigger pig.

Much bigger pig coming.

- Why is this one so much bigger? - She's much older.

- How old is she? - This is a breeding sow.

About two. So she has had baby.

They haven't met before.

- Oh, haven't they? - No. So there might be a little

of working who's who.

I'll keep these back, shall I? Come on.

- And they're all lady pigs? - All lady pigs.

They've got their hackles up on the back of their neck.

Like a dog?

That's how you know they're getting a bit grouchy with each other.

And they just don't like each other because...?

They've not met before. They'll make friends soon.

- Fight! Fight! Fight! - Girls, be nice.

This is a proper...

She's much bigger,

but they've got each other, so they'll stand their ground.

Shall we get the electric gates on? There you go. You're on now.

We're on. So if they touch it now...

- There you go. - It's working.

- The electric fence is on. - Yeah.

It was then time to put the young piglets in their compound.

- Ten in here for you. - I'm looking forward to this.

Come on, piggies. Welcome to Diddly Squat.

- They're gorgeous. - Aren't they fantastic?

Yeah, they're glorious.

Piggly Squat. That's what the herd's called.

It is a superb breed.

When the sun shines on them, they look metallic.

Chestnut. They're like conkers.

Nobody here will remember the NSU Ro 80.

There was a car called the NSU Ro 80.

You used to be able to get that in exactly the same colour.

- Really? - A sort of metallic bronze.

Yeah.

- He's found the potatoes, look. - Yeah.

They're gorgeous. Look at them running around. They like it.

Oh!

Lisa's beside herself!

You're so cute!

Aren't they just the best?

Yeah!

"It's potatoes! Potatoes!"

Look at them! They've gone mental!

"Oh, this is lunch! It's literally lunch everywhere you look!"

They all follow each other. Oh my God, they're so cute.

That one thinks it's a dog.

What are you doing down there?

So how long are they here for? A couple of months?

Yeah. They winter up here.

Hey, girlies.

Till they've eaten all the potatoes.

- And then they're off. - Oh! The Piggly Squats!

Finally, we had to release the last group of pigs

into the pen where... sex would take place.

So this for the middle field is a sow, a gilt and a boar.

- So sows had babies before? - Yeah.

- A gilt... - A gilt hasn't.

This is Mabel. She can be a bit cheeky.

- And Mabel is a sow? - Yes.

Come on, Sarah.

Come on, Sarah!

Come on, darling. Come, pig.

I do know the boar is called Ajax.

- Ajax? - Ajax.

Here we go.

- He's a young boar. - Yeah, he is.

He's nowhere near as stocky as I thought he'd be.

He's young, though.

- Here he goes. Look. - Here we go.

Hello. Look at this. This is the meeting of...

- "Hello, sailor." - Sarah and Ajax.

Love at first sight.

Aw, they're kissing.

There was, however, no time to enjoy this Mills & Boon moment.

Because we had to get the throuple's pig house built

before nightfall.

Here comes your house.

Ajax and Sarah and Mabel.

So if there's a big "clonk", I could squidge a pig.

That's good.

It is now

dark.

Okay.

Oh-oh.

The sow is now going to join Lisa.

There you go. See?

Oh, no! More worryingly, here comes the boar.

- That is... - Oh, no, no, no. Not all of you!

Jeremy?

Erm... Jesus.

♪ I'm sorry for the things that I told you ♪

♪ But words only go so far ♪

♪ And if I had my way I would reach into Heaven... ♪

The Piggly Squat pigs settled down

to the business of settling in.

♪ And pearls from a summer sea ♪

♪ But all I can give you is a kiss in the morning ♪

♪ And a sweet apology ♪

♪ And tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day ♪

I, meanwhile, cracked on with farming life,

which, this week, included one of Charlie's skull-numbing catch-ups.

If we were to plant woodland, there is the Woodland Carbon Code.

So, the long and the short of it is

we could put those into a herbal ley.

We have to tell Defra we're keen.

We need to make that application by the end of March.

allocated a certain percentage of their income

to environmental, social and ESG governance.

You know, particularly the food industry, Scope 3...

And, after I woke up two days later,

I had to send the precious spelt wheat off to the mill.

Right, I'll just load this grain lorry by myself

because Kaleb is still being a Millennial.

Here we go.

Can we edit this out?

A week after the pigs arrived, I took Lisa to see them,

because my breeding plans had hit a snag.

So the big problem I've got is

whenever you see the boar mounting that sow...

Uh-huh?

How can I put this delicately? He can't reach.

Do you have to give him a hand?

Well, he's much smaller

- than she is. - Yeah.

- So when he gets on her back. - Yeah.

- His penis... - Yeah.

Isn't long enough to get into her vagina.

Er, well, I'm sure she's...

There's a way of working that out, isn't there?

Hello, pigs.

Luckily, we arrived just in time

to see the little boar having yet another attempt

to mount the much bigger sow.

There he goes.

But this is the problem, look.

Look how much smaller he is.

He's too small.

It's not going in.

Go on, get it in. It's not in.

It's not in, you blithering idiot.

It's not coming out either, to be honest.

His cock's come off.

Where's it gone? His cock's not coming out.

Come on!

Er...

I don't know what you do about this.

She's being very patient.

Well, she's desperate.

But you're gonna have to move your feet forwards.

That was just the most terrible shagging ever.

- He's desperate. - He just pushed her.

Oh no, you've electrocuted her.

Aw. Look, he's saying sorry.

We decided to leave him in the sex pen for another week,

in the hope he'd get the birds and the bees sorted out.

This meant we could focus on other things,

which was handy.

Because a couple of days later...

Jeremy, a farmer down the road,

brought some old friends back.

There you go.

Look who it is!

Hello, "sheeps"!

A moment only slightly spoiled

by a social faux pas.

Hello, Jeremy the Younger.

- Hi, Lisa. How are you? - Good.

- Congratulations on your marriage. - Thank you.

I didn't know.

Yes, we're invited to the wedding, darling.

- I did know. How's it going? - Yes.

Then it was time to prep the barn

where our remaining cows would be living through the winter.

Another job where Kaleb was conspicuous by his absence.

- You know he's better? Fully recovered. - Yeah.

So much better he's gone on holiday.

- You're joking? How long? - All week.

- What? - He's gone to Cornwall.

He'll get a nose bleed, because it's more than a mile from Chipping Norton.

But he's gone. In this weather.

- I suppose he thinks... - Yeah?

His side of the farm, the arable side,

he can't do anything, so he may as well be on holiday.

- I thought he was farm manager? - Our side of the farm,

the profitable side of the farm,

we have to put in a shift.

How did the world work without telehandlers?

I do not know.

Yeah, forward.

Yes!

Come on, cows.

Hiya. Gently. Hiya.

Look. Your hotel!

- Hiya. Hiya. - Go on.

No. Uh-uh, uh-uh.

That's the one. That's the one.

Oh, man. Yeah!

I'll let you out in five months.

Look at that, Mr Cow.

Okay. We're done.

A pretty idyllic sight, that is. Look at that.

You

look delicious.

We had to assume, while all this was going on,

that the boar had done his thing in the sex pen

and that we could now introduce him to the ladies in the next pen along.

Hello, pigbies.

This turned out to be one of the wettest and most confusing hours

of my entire life.

Oh, here comes the rain again. Now...

Okay, Annie Lennox.

Oh shit. This is like Tetris. Where does this go?

- Oh it's really raining. - Okay.

Yeah.

This is heavy rain now.

- Quickly do it. - Oh, nearly. Keep going.

- Yes! - Yes! Well done, Lisa.

Well done you.

Ow!

- It's attached somehow to the electrics. - You gotta...

Can you stop the pigs coming out?

It's just a clearing-up shower.

That doesn't work.

You're dead right.

You have to...

We didn't measure it properly, did we?

No, we didn't. "We" didn't.

Okay, quickly, open that one.

Open that one.

And I'll somehow

get the boar without the...

Now, we only need the one with the penis.

Oh! Okay.

- Not her. - There you go. Look. Biscuits!

Oh shit! No! Fuck!

- Where's that one come from? - What?

- One of the gilts got in. - Oh shit.

- Which was which now? - Which one was it?

Er...

This one?

Yeah, this one. The little ginger.

Well, we've gotta get that back.

Oh, Christ. I fucking hate farming!

Come on.

Come on.

No, no, stop it.

Stop it.

Go. No, stop.

You, stop. Stop. Stop.

As I tried to grab the young filly,

the older lady pig got cross that her boyfriend was suddenly interested

in a slimmer alternative.

No, no, stop it.

She's jealous.

He's going to pork her.

He's on already.

But the big sow wants to be porked. Look.

Look, if I pretend to be shagging her here,

she's gonna leave that one alone, right?

Yes, but we've got to keep this one... No.

Look, look, look. She's jealous.

The only solution was to distract the older sow

with something better than sex.

- Have a ginger nut biscuit. - No, she...

- Look at this. - She doesn't know it's not the boar now.

You see?

I'm trying to spot if his cock... Yes, his cock's out!

- Okay. - His cock's out!

- And in. It's in. - She doesn't know...

No, let him finish.

- That I'm not... - No, let him just finish.

Get the biscuits, darling. Get the biscuits!

- But which one for? - For this one.

Look, she's fascinated by the whole thing.

No, don't put your face in it. Oh, God.

Here, have a biscuit.

Oh God.

It's the longest... Come on, man.

Jeremy, I think you should be doing this bit.

Has he not finished yet?

Jeremy, can you do on the back of her, please?

And I'll do the biscuits.

Come here.

Right. She's got to think that she's having sex.

And I'm now giving her that impression, according to my book.

Oh, but she's having a biscuit and sex simultaneously.

And she prefers biscuits.

- Here, biscuits, biscuits. - Will you hurry up?

Honestly.

You're having sex.

Lovely, romantic, it's Barry White.

No, don't! Lisa, just pay attention to the pig!

- You're going to interrupt- - Biscuits, biscuits.

Don't pull it out.

He must finish in a minute.

Oh, he has!

Huge quantities of sperm.

No, no, no.

Back it goes. The porkscrew is away.

Okay, quickly.

Eventually, we got all the pigs sexed

and back to where they were supposed to be.

And I could relax.

Oh shit.

What the hell?

What the hell is that?

Has one of the pigs been sick in my pocket?

You're kidding?

- Look. - What the...?

What the bloody hell's that?

- Is that? Is it? - Ugh.

Ugh.

For fuck's sake.

It was now almost two months

since the other Donny boy had planted his wheat and beans in the field.

And Charlie reckoned we should check up

on how his regenerative farming was going.

So can I just ask, Charlie? All the stuff that looks like grass...

- Yeah. - Isn't grass? That's wheat?

Yeah. That's wheat. And then these here,

they're beans.

- Were beans. - Look, I picked up the roots.

That's quite exciting.

And this is what Kaleb said won't work...

He said the drill wouldn't work.

- Well, it has. - Correct.

- That's bloody good, isn't it? - Yeah.

Who knew? Old Groove Armada's done a good job in here.

Well, it looks okay.

And then...

Look, there's no disease. They're clean.

Look at all those worms, Jeremy! That's what he'll get excited about.

- Who? He will? - Yeah. Earthworms.

Do you know what this shows?

It shows that you've uprooted a perfectly healthy plant,

- thus depriving me of some cash. - There's some nodules on there.

Since we're here, we might as well have a biology lesson.

There's some nodules on here.

And that's the bit that the magic happens in the legume

where it makes nitrogen from the atmosphere

and stores it in the plant.

- That's what we're trying to do? - Yes.

But back in the soil, isn't it?

Well, this won't release the soil till we kill it and destroy it.

But they've gone pink. See how it's fleshy pink in there?

- Yeah. - Which means they're active.

The bacteria in your soil are making nitrogen.

A man from Groove Armada is making nitrogen in my soil.

Nobody's ever said that before.

It's never been used as a sentence.

Charlie and I then headed to the office

to discuss the council's enforcement notice.

Which didn't just shut down the restaurant.

It made running the farm shop nigh on impossible as well.

They wanted us to close the small bar

where customers could buy my Hawkstone beer.

They didn't want us parking cars in the fields.

And said the loos had to go.

And worst of all, they were insisting we shut the burger van.

Check on one burger, two truffle, one chilli.

Thank you very much.

Which was now the only realistic way of selling our meat.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

The restaurant, I could never see that coming back,

but we had to do something to protect our shop.

- Farm shop. - Farm shop.

- We've got some choices to make. - Okay.

If they make that enforcement notice stick,

"no car parking",

they'll ban parking on the road,

and we won't be able to sell anything other than an apple.

So I was thinking, why don't we try and move the farm shop

up here?

That's out of Chadlington's parish council area.

And more importantly, this bit

isn't in the Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty.

- No. - So what if we put it there?

We just close it down here.

Massive losses with all of the work we've done,

you know, getting power there, getting the loos installed,

concrete floor, everything,

- building the shop itself. - Yeah.

So why don't we go to the council and say:

"How would you feel if we moved the shop into the top end of the farm?"

So, I get the theory, I get the logic, but...

I knew there'd be a "but".

There's no guarantee that they will grant permission here.

So what we should do is...

Erm...

- Personally, I feel... - You think fight it?

I don't think "fight" is necessarily the right word.

It's the emotive word.

But actually what I think we should do is put our views across

in a sensible, logical, objective way,

- which has not been... - Fight the fuckers.

Which has not been done.

Hammer them into the ground like tent pegs.

I think some of their points probably we do need

- to be more forceful than others. - Yeah.

- And such as, you know... - Lavatories.

Yeah.

They say we can't have a lavatory.

So when you're a shop girl there and you're not allowed to go to the...

- There won't be a lavatory. - Or a shop-boy. You could be either.

It's more difficult. A boy can go behind a bush.

If you need to go to the loo

you have to get in a car, close the shop,

come all the way down, back up. So there is a problem.

Anyway, I think what we should do...

To not move it.

Not move it.

- Speak to a barrister. - Not fight them.

And then we put in a robust,

- objective response. - Robust.

Yes.

Well, I've been watching Yellowstone.

When somebody displeases them, they murder them,

take them across the state line and throw them into a ravine.

I've been looking at that scene a lot.

Charlie retreated to his own office

to start work on the appeal.

And while he did that,

Lisa and I went back to the muddy business of pig farming.

Oh shit. Look at this.

We're stuck as I don't know what now.

- We're stuck in the mud. - Yeah, this ain't going.

They're coming out to see the show.

Yes, they're coming out to laugh at me.

Look, they are...

Look at them! They're hilarious! Their little ears!

- "Look at our ears! Our ears!" - They're gonna line up and laugh at us.

- They're growing so fast. - They really are, yeah.

Right. I think we're gonna have to accept this is going to stay here

until either we get some frost or...

No, if I get the tractor, we can pull it out with that.

As I returned with the Lambo, Lisa and I got a bit of a surprise.

Hi, Lisa.

Hey. Oh, hey, K! How were the hols?

Judith! You're back!

- Judith? - Judith Chalmers.

Who's that?

- Holiday person. Doesn't matter. - I've been on holiday once.

What do you think?

Not bad, right?

Not bad?

Yeah! Look.

Last time I see this field, it was a lovely potato field.

I know, but now look at it. It's a massive pig enterprise.

- I know, it's brilliant, innit? - Firstly... Firstly hear me out.

Who the fuck done the fencing?

We did!

Who's "we"?

Lisa and me. In a rainstorm, at night,

we got the whole fencing done.

- Look at it! - What's the matter with it?

Well, firstly, you haven't even got all the posts the same height.

But that doesn't matter, Kaleb.

It does!

And there's the road! Look! Again, I can't...

Don't be picky.

- What's wrong with the road? - Everyone's gonna see it. It looks shit.

Oh, I see- - Look! Look down that line.

Did you use a string line or not?

- What? - Did you use a string line?

We didn't really have time for that.

We were really... We had to do it. It was a rush job.

Anyway, we've done it.

Not one has escaped. We put a sign on the road saying:

"Kaleb built these fences."

It's just all brilliant.

- So... - The pigs look amazing, actually.

Let me explain how it works, because...

- Piggy! - I've been reading a book.

- We've got the weaners there. - Yeah.

We've got the boar and two sows in here.

But we started there

and then we put him in there with three sows.

- Three sows? Hang on. - So he's now done the lot.

Honestly, there's been pig orgy going on.

- You put the boar in here. - Yeah.

And then in a week's space you put it in with the other lot?

Yeah.

What's wrong with that?

No, you're joking? You're kidding?

Please, tell me you're lying?

No.

Have you counted their nipples?

- No. - A pig's got, like, 14 nipples.

Yeah? They have litters of, like, 10 to 14.

But well, I've done it.

Yeah, but you space it out a little bit.

You don't have 50 piglets at the same time.

You're gonna have 50 small little piglets running around at the same time.

Honestly!

Fucking hell!

I'd be highly cautious about doing anything around these banks.

Oh yeah!

Shit! I've never seen incompetence like it.

Oh!

I am

flabbergasted.