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Sansa! Heel, heel, heel.

Dogs! No, dogs, come here.

Bollocks.

Piggly squats.

Hello, piggies.

How are you all?

Piggies!

These are the girls, they're very playful.

These are all the pregnant mothers.

It was now early March,

and the explosion of newborn Piggly Squat piglets

was due to hit the farm at any moment.

Are you going to give birth?

Also, as it was March, Kaleb was busy with the spring crops

and I'd come up with an idea which I thought might help him along.

We're running out of space.

- What's in here? - Fertiliser.

What? What the fuck?

I bought a hovercraft.

Talk to me!

Well, as you know, I love hovercrafts.

My plan is... He doesn't know this yet.

I know you're stunned.

- A little bit. - It's for you.

And, as odd as that sounded,

I wasn't actually talking nonsense.

Hovercraft are making a bid to be the farmer's best friend.

There's no more of that dead weight on the axles

and the truck moves with ease over the muddiest surface.

That means the farmer can get his work done when he wants,

whereas with an ordinary tractor, it would be impossible.

Now there's a hopeless position for you. Well and truly stuck.

Temper, temper!

You can always get one of those hover trucks with a bit of skirt.

My plan was simple:

If we used a hovercraft to spray the crops with fertiliser...

Perfect.

Then we could do away with the tramlines that normal sprayers need,

so we could plant crops where those tramlines normally go.

I did the calculation last night.

Do you know how many miles of tramline there are on this farm?

- How many miles? - 54.

- What? - 54 miles of tramline.

And they're about that wide.

So that adds up to...

Well, I did the cost of lost crop. It's £5,200 a year.

- Wow. - Now, with this, no tramlines.

Obviously, I then had to explain to Kaleb

that operating a hovercraft is a bit more tricky

than driving a tractor.

So you've got two engines.

Yeah.

This is your lift engine,

that fills the skirt with air.

Then, once you've got the lift,

you start your right-hand engine.

This is your throttle.

Okay. It's not the brake?

No. You have no brakes.

Right? You see, these are your handlebars.

- You see they turn the flaps on the back. - Okay, yeah. Yeah.

They make no difference.

- Okay. - Absolutely no difference.

If you see an obstacle, and you do that, you're going to hit it.

You have to lean. So basically, you're either like this...

You sort of lean, get right over like that.

- And that steers it? - And that will make it go right.

And then, get over like that, and that...

Get as much weight as you can, as far over.

- And that'll steer it. - And that'll steer it along with...

- That. - The handlebars.

But effectively, you've no braking and no steering.

Okay. Can I have a go before I start spraying?

Yes, I think that's a very good idea.

This feels so good, telling you what to do.

Oh, now it's going.

Wow!

Lean!

Hang on... I'm leaning!

Oh, my God!

Come on, man, you're supposed to going in a straight line.

This is useless!

That's as straight as a roundabout!

All right, turn!

Lean!

Lean!

Lean and power!

My young apprentice is doing well.

I've got it.

Fallen out. He's fallen out.

Ah!

Not good.

Come on, you clown.

I need to learn this shit, I'm going spraying.

Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn.

You see, it's just gliding over the weeds.

Turn, turn, turn. No... Turn.

We get the spray fitted, fertiliser applied.

Turn, turn, turn.

All we need to do is teach him how to stop.

With the driving lesson successfully concluded,

it was time to test the hovercraft as a crop sprayer.

Tell you what, you look like a shit gimp.

- This is liquid... - Fertiliser.

Liquid nitrate.

- Yeah. - It's phenomenally corrosive.

Once Kaleb had finished filling my bespoke fertiliser tanks,

we were ready for the off.

You ready?

Yup.

Go ahead, my young apprentice.

Yee-haw!

Oh, it's spraying, it's spraying.

I'm getting good at this!

Woohoo!

Hey, this isn't bad.

Now just go a little bit to the left of that.

Yeah. On my way.

But then, after exactly 75 seconds...

Kaleb, is there any spray coming out?

No.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Is that it?

Oh, I'm empty.

- And how big's this field? - 20 acres.

How many times are you going to have to refill with fertiliser?

Er... 25 times.

You're joking.

It's going to take me about 8 hours to spray this field.

That means I've got to spend 8 hours in this gimp suit.

I think we stick to the sprayer, please.

Can you please undress me?

Cut.

Clearly, I needed bigger fertiliser tanks on the hovercraft,

which meant it would need more powerful engines

to deal with the extra weight.

That was a big job.

And there was no time to do it

because the next day

winter came back.

And then the next night,

our feed from the cameras in the pigloos

suggested one of the Mums was about to give birth.

Let's see how she's getting on.

Look, there's an actual piglet.

That's her first baby ever.

Oh, I think we've got a problem here.

Concerned that the piglet was not finding a teat to drink from,

Lisa went in to help.

Oh my gosh, there's a teat, there.

Oh, she's on the teat.

Good little one.

It's March 10th, it shouldn't be this cold.

The climate is changing.

Somebody needs to mention that

because it's really bad.

This is the best bit of farming I've had so far.

How many will we get?

How many teats has this one got, 16?

- Yeah, yeah, that's 16. - So she could have 16 piglets.

This joy, however, soon turned into concern

because over an hour went by

and no more piglets appeared.

Come on. Come on Mum.

One's not enough.

Come on, you can do it. Come on.

I was told they were born like machine gun bullets.

You know they go duh-duh-duh...

Come on Mum.

She's properly wobbling.

I would say that is a pig in distress.

- The vet's not answering. - Welcome to the EE voicemail...

And neither is Kaleb.

Shite!

Eventually though, one of the vets answered.

Hello?

Hi, there. It's Jeremy Clarkson here at Diddly Squat Farm.

Hum...

Hey, what's going on?

Well, we've got a gilt

who's given birth to one piglet an hour and 20 minutes ago

and seems to be in some distress.

And nothing else has come since.

Is that normal, an hour and 20 minutes between births, or should we be worried?

- An hour and 20, did you say? - Yeah.

It's usually much faster than that.

Is she actively pushing or does she just look like she's moving around?

Does she look uncomfortable?

She looks, I would say, uncomfortable,

but Lisa keeps telling me that's how people look...

Well... How creatures look when they're giving birth.

I mean, she's vibrating and snorting and...

I'd say it looked like she's in distress

but I'm a man, I have no idea what I'm talking about so...

Lisa's gone back to the farm to see if she can find a rubber glove

and is very happy to pop in there and have a look... A feel.

Yeah, that might be the first... the best thing to do,

because it's easier for you to have a feel and see if you can feel anything.

So yeah, have you got any lube up there as well?

Lisa will have some lube.

Don't put that on television.

That's fine... if you go to feel in there

and see if she can feel a piglet,

if she can feel front legs or back legs

and they feel like they're coming in the normal position.

She can give them a bit of a tug?

Okay. Thanks, Jenny. Take care, bye. Bye.

I have those, but I also have...

Oh, perfect.

I don't know if I'll be able to feel much. I think I prefer those.

Okay. Well, let's get in there quickly because it's nearly two hours now.

According to Jenny, you put your hand in

and if you can feel legs or head, you've got to try and tease it out.

If it's sideways, we've got to give her a call.

Good girl, good girl, good girl.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

She's stopped. She's really stopped.

Okay, I'm in. I'm in, I'm in.

- And? - I'm in.

- Oh, my God, that's so far up. - Can you feel a piglet?

I'm not... No. I really can't feel anything.

They're so far in.

- I'm going to ring Jenny again. - Please, ring Jenny. I...

Okay, no, no. Well done.

We can either give her an injection of oxytocin

which sometimes helps

or in the meantime we can get her up and walk her around.

What? Get her out and walk her?

If you try and get her and move her around a little bit

- sometimes it stimulates everything. - Okay.

Oh, nice.

It's so cold.

Come on, pig.

She's not going to in a million years. She's in lab our.

Did the vet say: "Just walk her around"?

When you were in lab our, if someone had come in with a Maccy D,

you wouldn't have said: "Oh, I'll follow that." You wouldn't.

- No, although she's a pig. - Oh, she's coming!

I can't believe it!

She's actually in lab our

and she's come out for a Maccy D.

Hum...

I'm bonding. I'm bonding with my piglet.

No, don't let her in.

No! She's treading on me.

No! Fucking hell, what's going on?

I can't find... The pig has beaten me.

Jesus.

I've been in a wrestling match with a pig.

- In you go. - Lisa?

We've got to get her out for a walk.

That's what the vet said.

- Lisa. - She's having huge contractions.

She's been for a walk and she's having...

She hasn't been for a walk!

If I did that, you wouldn't call that a walk.

It's coming. It's coming, it's coming. We have a piglet. Yes!

It's steaming, it's steaming! She's steaming, there's steam.

It's a big piglet.

There you go, come here.

Come here slithery girl.

That's two.

There's a fart. That's another piglet coming.

- Is it? - Yup.

Pig coming. Pig coming.

Yes, look. Pig three.

Lisa, he's attached... she's attached to her mother. What do I do?

What, what, what?

- She's attached with a stringy thing. - No, that's fine,

it's the umbilical cord. It's part of it. It's part of the process.

- Go on, lick it. - Oh, my God, it's so cute.

Three pigs!

Good mother.

Over the next couple of hours, seven more were born.

And after a quick nap,

we came back to see how everything was going.

Morning, piggies.

Well done, Mum.

Ten piggies.

- Jeremy? - What?

There's one here not moving. Have a look. Can you go in?

Oh no.

Are they okay?

Darling, are they okay?

Oh no, it's a big healthy one too. Did you get...

Did you get laid on?

Oh no.

Lisa?

Whoa! She's just sat on another one.

Oh, look...

She's obviously squashing them.

They're perfect. You're a big lovely one.

And you're a sweet little sow.

So we've got two, three, four, five.

Wait a minute, seven. She's lying on one.

There's only seven.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit.

- Where's the other one gone? - Behind you.

I think she's lying on one of them again.

- Okay, yeah. - Yes, there is one behind her.

Oh, for fuck's sake. She's squashed it again.

- You are a shit mother. - No, she's not.

She is. She was lying on one of them.

That's how 2 of them have obviously died.

- But she's shattered. - Look, there it is.

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Right, they're all...

That's better, now.

You mustn't sit on your children.

You do realise we've got this every night now for a week.

We kind of messed up, didn't we?

- We did. - Yeah.

Sure enough, that night...

Another sow started giving birth.

But this time to a litter of only three.

How are you doing, Mum?

So now...

The first one gave birth to ten,

sat on two of them, so we're down to eight.

Nine, ten, eleven.

And one has been born down here, this morning.

That's 12.

She is so enormous.

Oh, look at you! Yes.

So we've got Clumsy Pig, that sat on two of her piglets and killed them.

Swiz Pig,

that promised to deliver 10 or 12 or 16 piglets

and delivered only three.

And now we've got Unit Pig!

There was... How did that happen?

I was literally talking to the camera man for two seconds,

I've looked back in there and there's another one come out.

This is a good pig, she's birthing well.

Lisa arrived just in time to see Unit pop number three out.

There's another one!

Oh!

Come on out. Come on, come on.

By the end of the morning, Unit had produced ten piglets.

And because she was an experienced Mum who'd had litters before,

she seemed to know what she was doing.

Well done, Mum!

However, when we checked in later on...

We've got one, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Oh...

Fuck it.

Oh no.

Oh...

I can't bear it. Another one.

- She's obviously squidged it. - Yeah...

We then went to check on the other Mums.

- And then this is eight left. - Yeah.

Because two died.

There's only seven. She can't have killed another one.

Oh no...

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Oh my God, that's so upsetting.

Bottom line, we'd now lost four piglets

as well as three of the five surprises that had come along

just over two months earlier.

Oh, they're adorable.

- Seven piglets have died. - Out of?

Twenty-eight. A quarter of them have died.

What are we doing wrong?

Worried that we were indeed making some terrible mistake...

- Hi. - How are you?

Vanessa.

We consulted our neighbours, Vanessa and Andy,

who'd been pig farmers for years.

Seven piglets, 25% of the piglets have been squashed,

- which is a lot, isn't it? - Yes, it is.

But I mean, how...

Mothers sitting on them.

Okay. I mean, it's not uncommon.

They are classically terrible mothers.

Some are worse than others.

This breed is classically terrible?

Yes.

Well, and pigs in general just...

One thing about the arcs is that

if they're in a big house altogether with other sows,

the other sows do sort of tell the one who's sat on her piglets.

They will make some fuss. They notice it.

If you've got a bad mother, the others will tell them it.

Having processed this information,

we then spoke with Kaleb.

The biggest problem is, the piglets are cold.

Now, when the Mum lays down...

The Mum stands up to go and eat, the piglets are going: "Fuck, it's cold."

It's cold, so they find each other.

And then the pig comes back in, the sow comes back in,

then they find the warmth automatically.

So when the pig starts to lay down,

- it's trying to get near the warmth ASAP. - Of the pig.

Do you see what I mean?

- It was bloody cold last night. - Yeah.

And this is why you're losing so many piglets.

It's not because you're a bad pig farmer, you're really good.

And I'm being nice. You are good. You are good.

So now we knew why the piglets were dying,

but we couldn't work out what to do about it.

And that night, we lost another.

And we had a new problem,

because the remaining pregnant sow was showing absolutely no sign

of giving birth.

Her milk hasn't even come down. How can she be so far behind?

She could be barren.

Shall we call her Barren?

Baroness.

Well, this is your favourite one, this is.

Yes, this is my friend. She's so gentle.

She's very lovely.

She was also eating very little,

so we called out Jenny the vet.

- So this is our poorly pig. - She's very sweet.

I hear she's not eating very well, so that can't be good for anybody.

It means we should hopefully be close.

Doubtless, Lisa will now arrange for it to be taken away in a luxury ambulance

and put into a kind of pig nursing home

with streaming television to watch.

She's had that food in front of her now

for 12 hours or more. 18 hours?

And she kind of sits there, and she doesn't even move.

She kind of puts her tongue out, almost, and takes a bit.

She snuffles up a bit, she doesn't eat like a pig.

Yeah, which makes me think that something's not right.

- She does look really not very happy... - Yeah.

In the way she's moving.

She's got a rasp in her breathing when you're listening to her lungs,

so I'm wondering whether she's got a touch of infection going on there.

So what I probably will be inclined to do

is give her an anti-inflammatory, give her an antibiotic,

see how she goes.

Sorry, darling, you're not going to like this very much.

Good girl.

Okay, she's done.

Well done.

She's pregnant, right?

She definitely looks really heavy down low,

which suggests that she might be pregnant.

So that's good. Good girl!

- Thanks, Jenny. - Let us know if she's not getting better.

Yeah, will do.

While we were waiting anxiously for Baroness to go into lab our,

bigger events were unfolding around us.

Down at West Oxfordshire District Council,

a government inspector had arrived to adjudicate on our appeal

against the enforcement notice.

We'd been advised not to attend,

so instead, we went into overdrive

to make sure everything in the farm shop was super local,

council compliant and completely above board.

This... Ned, who works for us, he's just turned sixteen,

these are his biscuits, he makes them on his own kitchen.

Granola, that's a girl down the road.

Flour comes from that field over there.

These are all made up in our kitchen.

This, a neighbour down the road makes.

This... This is Mrs. Viktor. Viktor does our honey,

And Mrs. Viktor makes her soap using our honey.

This is using...

Our delicious jerky

using our chillies again. We're growing more chillies this year.

These are made in Chipping Norton from a local baker.

This... This is made using our wheat.

Err... Over here this is our gin. That's made in Burford.

The pottery is made from a local lady.

So this is our past chilli...

The programme's only 40 minutes long and you've been 28 minutes...

Shush then.

Of equal importance was the future of the burger van

because with no restaurant,

this had become the only way of selling our beef and pork at a profit.

I need a burger and a truffle and parmesan for this, chef.

Thank you.

Annie, who runs the van, had been to the council hearing that day

to plead the case for her business to stay open.

Vomit, what's it like?

It's a big room, and then there are,

at the back of the room, sort of, twelve rows

of eight across seats with an aisle down the middle.

Then you've got the council on one side with their legal representation,

and then the guy presiding over the top of all looking down at you.

- Has he got a beard? - No.

Oh, that's good.

You go in.

I was late because of a severe lack of parking, the irony.

So I went in and found a seat next to Emma,

who does the milk, so I thought at least I've got an ally.

And then he said would anyone from the floor like to comment?

I stood up and I said: "My name is Annabel Gray,

I grew up in a farming community.

I lived in the countryside most of my life.

Now I run the catering trailer behind Diddly Squat."

At which point there was a gasp around the room.

360s.

I was like: "Oh, gosh. Here we go."

And I said: "I'm really passionate about this.

You have got something which could be a massive asset.

Yes, it's not perfect, you know. I hide no secrets.

There are stuff we need to deal with,

but no one knows what you're next going to get upset about.

So give us the infrastructure to make it something brilliant."

Exactly. They said we could have one lavatory, that was sufficient.

And they said that nine car parking spaces were sufficient.

The council guy that I've just witnessed is saying based on ten spaces,

everyone get in, get out the car, you've got five minutes to run round.

If you wanna grab something,

you've got to be back in your car in five minutes and out.

- In and out in five minutes? - In five minutes. Yeah.

So if somebody disabled turns up, I don't know how quickly he can get out.

Let's time him next time. "You've got five minutes."

But did you get a sense of how it's going down there?

Are they still trying to claim it isn't a farm shop?

Yeah, they're saying that people come and buy things

but actually, it's an entertainment and leisure facility.

This is what pisses me off though because I look at that...

Every single thing.

I know where that bread came from, the wheat, the beer.

And I look out there and see your operation.

And that's where all the meat goes that's cooked in bread

- that's also made with wheat from here. - In the farms.

And you think it couldn't be more of a farm.

Admittedly, when it first started,

we were taking the piss slightly, but now...

But I did love when the council said

people are driving past other farm shops which are better.

And you just think, our cows are grass-fed.

Yeah.

Nurtured through the winter,

the highest possible quality

and the council...

And it's not really their business.

They're saying: "Go to another farm shop, they have better quality produce."

And if they close you down, we have no way...

If you get closed, we're fucked.

Anyway, thank you ever so much.

Chadlington football shirt.

"My shirt is better than your shirt."

I like that.

Oh, Lisa! These are my scales from the kitchen.

- Lisa! - What?

These are my scales from the kitchen.

- No, no, no. - Yes, they are!

- No, no, no. - Yes, they are. I couldn't find them.

You've nicked my scales.

I might have needed to borrow them for a little bit for the veg.

Why don't you buy the shop a pair?

Because it's up here now.

I couldn't find those anywhere.

- You don't need to weigh a chicken. - You do!

You go "That's about 3 pounds," put it in the oven and see when it's cooked.

Yes, which is why I always have salmonella when you've cooked.

- Well, why don't you cook? - I do fucking cook!

- Well then, you won't get salmonella. - That's why...

I can't weigh anything.

I never know how much anything weighs. I wondered where they'd gone.

They're very good by the way.

Having followed proceedings closely,

Charlie reckoned it would be weeks before the inspector made a decision.

So all we could do was get back to farming.

Except we couldn't.

In mid-March, it started to rain,

and it didn't stop for days.

This hit Kaleb especially hard

because it was too wet to plant his most valuable crop.

The durum wheat is our big money crop,

and it could pull a lot of money, especially for my board this year,

it might potentially be profit and loss, so...

We've grown it for the last two years and we've seen how good it can be,

but annoyingly you need to get it in in perfect timing

because if you don't, it suffers through the summer

and then the yields are normally down.

Hum... I wanted to... Yeah.

It's never going to stop raining, I don't think.

The endless wetness meant we couldn't work on the dam either.

Not a chance.

It's a lot of water, isn't it?

It's basically washed the clay away, look.

Well, we've got to wait for the water to go down. We cannot...

Yeah.

I agree.

I wanna go farming.

- You can't, it's raining. - I know.

There was though some good news from the pig wood,

because thankfully there had been no more piglet deaths.

Baroness, though, still hadn't gone into lab our.

And despite a week of antibiotics, she was clearly no better.

Slept outside last night because she's so hot.

She's not eating at all.

I don't know what we're doing wrong.

Something, right?

I mean...

This is...

It's heart-breaking.

Oh, Jenny's here, look.

Still unwell?

Yeah.

- She slept outside last night. - Yeah.

So her temperature went down probably because she slept outside.

- Yeah. - But her breathing is laboured.

Yeah, I'll take the second temperature.

But it could be that if she's got pregnant

and then had the piglets die inside,

they might not be triggering her to give birth,

but they might be sitting there,

- rotting inside her. - What do you do in that situation?

Possibly try and induce her so she'll kick them out.

Without more ado, we began the inducement procedure.

If the piglets are dead,

then we'll just concentrate on getting her well again,

- and then... - Yeah. Yeah.

Behind the ear. Inject.

- Is that it? - Yeah.

So three o'clock tomorrow,

with the second injection, which you'll do.

Yeah, I can do that.

It only should be a small amount, not like that big antibiotic injection.

No, exactly.

So you've only got a small amount and it should go really easily.

Okay, that's fine.

I'm going to give her this

and then in four to twelve hours' time,

she should be starting to give birth.

There we go. Oh, my God, hello my friend.

Done.

Yup!

By late afternoon, the medicine started to work,

and she gave birth to a piglet that was alive.

But there were still problems.

So the whole process has started.

She's given birth to one really small piglet.

She has no milk,

and the piglet is in there just looking for a teat

and there's no food.

How are we doing?

She's had one, she has no milk.

Look at that.

Oh, Jesus.

It's absolutely tiny.

- Have we got any pig milk? Like SMA? - No.

I mean, that's not a healthy piglet, is it?

Hello, veterinary clinic.

- Hi, Nathan? - Hi, there.

Hi, it's Jeremy Clarkson up at Diddly Squat.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry to trouble you. I gather both Dilwyn and Jenny are not there,

so I'm troubling you.

- I don't... - That's all right.

I don't know if you're up to speed on our sickly sow.

She's popped a piglet out that is the size of a mouse.

She's not producing any milk.

I was wondering if you had any suggestions.

So basically, if she's not letting down any milk,

it's because she's not producing any.

So, the next step is basically going to be

bottle feeding the piglets with some colostrum.

Colostrum? Where do we get colostrum from?

So, I think in this case it would probably be easiest if we use

a sort of pre-made lamb colostrum.

So I think what we'll do is

we'll put some up at the practice for you to collect

and it will be a case of following the instructions on it,

mixing it up and bottle feeding the piglets with it.

All right, Nathan, thanks. Bye, bye.

No worries, take care now, bye.

A member of the film crew went off to get the formula

and then Kaleb arrived...

- Is she still trying to push? - Yeah.

Just as Baroness gave birth to piglet number 2.

Oh! Yes, another one.

Is there another one?

Yeah, we have another one.

Is it alive?

Yeah. There we go.

God, is that one even smaller? Yeah.

That one is unbelievably tiny.

"I'm fucking hungry!" I bet you are.

This one is weak as hell, Kaleb.

One of them is as weak as hell.

That runt, that little tiny one?

No, the bigger one. She can't open her mouth.

She's just, you know... Her head's flopping around on the nipple.

Luckily, the formula milk was now ready to go.

All right. Well done.

- That's it. - Almost.

Good.

That's perfect.

We'll make you a big strong pig.

We'll have you up and about in no time.

Then Nathan arrived and started to work vet miracles.

We've got one.

- He's okay? - Yup, alive.

Here we go, another one.

- Lisa? - Yes?

- How many now? - Four.

- Are they all alive? - Yes.

- Are they tiny? - Yes.

Hang on. I've got another one.

Soon, Baroness was mother to five piglets.

I'm just going to put them all next to Mum for a bit of warmth.

Because he's a bit cold there. Just pop them all together.

And having bottle fed them all,

we went home to grab a bit of sleep.

The next morning,

we found that three of the piglets had died.

They'd simply been too weak to survive.

We moved the remaining two to a heated pen at the farm,

but even that wasn't working.

Another dead one.

Oh!

- Is that the only one that's left? - We've got one more.

How's the mother? Is she okay?

She's still alive.

We're losing a lot of piglets.

- What? - We're losing a lot of piglets.

It's really tough, isn't it?

And this one, we just have to feed this one every 10 minutes or something.

I can't remember what the vet said.

Come here, you.

We've still got a feisty one.

Is this the one that was born second?

I've lost count. I honestly don't know.

We'll make it our life's mission to make that piglet survive.

Yeah.

And her mother.

The mother will survive.

I'll go down and see her now.

You're going down?

That night we did what even the most hard-hearted farmer will do

at a time like this.

Come on. There we go.

We took the sickly piglet into our kitchen to look after it there.

There we go.

Come on.

There we go.

Still a bit small.

It's still a bit cold to be honest. Your ears are cold.

Okay, let's pop you back in there.

Okay, get nice and warm. Yeah.

Now, I'm not going to put you in,

but it's just a lot warmer here, okay?

I know. I'm sorry.

There we go, okay?

The next day, irony of ironies,

we had to go to the farm shop to meet Andy Garcia the butcher.

There's lots of it. Let's take a look at it.

He'd finished preparing the pigs I'd recently taken to slaughter.

Seven boxes, two pigs' worth of pork in these.

You should be doing the lifting, really. They're your pigs.

You're young and I've seen you hold a pram

- while aiming your gun at Al Capone. - Look at that. This is your favourite.

- These are belly pork strips. - Yum.

Pork chops there.

You can tell they're really nice pigs because of the amount of fat on them.

Whoever's looking after them is doing a great job.

Erm... You can see that they're going to eat really well.

Lots of sausages.

Holy moly.

Carolina Reaper and honey sausages.

- Oh, my giddy aunt. - There's another box.

Two pigs have produced

4, 8.

- Jesus! - There's 36 packs of six in a box.

Jeremy, Sandy and Black Forest Sausages.

- Sounds good. - Sounds good doesn't it.

This is so good for my side of the chart.

God, strewth, that's brilliant.

Except it is so... One of the things I can't get my head around is,

we're having a really tottering time with the piglet births.

Hmm.

- Really tottering. - Hmm-hmm.

So you're up all night, sort of nurturing these pigs and trying to make them warm,

trying to make them comfortable and trying to make them alive.

Yeah.

And then you break off...

to come here and receive all this.

Yeah.

Mixed emotions.

There's only one expression I can think of, and it's farmer logic.

'Cause you love animals. All farmers love their animals.

- And then they kill them and sell them. - Hmm.

This way you can love them twice.

Back at the farm, as the rain continued to fall,

I brought the poorly piglet into my office

so I could keep an eye on her while I was working.

I've moved her away from the Aga and brought her next to

the stove in the barn.

And she's really not well.

Hey.

No...

- She's the last one. - I know.

I know, come on.

No?

It's okay, little one. I'm with you, okay?

You can go, I'll stay with you.

- And her mother's not well either. - I know.

She's worse than she was before, to be honest.

She is.

I just find that heart-breaking.

Hi, Jenny.

- Hi, Jenny. - Hi, there.

Another familiar sight.

- I've heard she's not doing well. - Yeah.

No, I'm afraid she's passed. There's nothing there.

- Did she come out very little? - Yeah.

But...

I can't do this. I can't have pigs anymore, honestly.

- A nightmare. I like them too much. - Hmm.

Unbelievably, the torment wasn't over.

Because we then had to turn our attention to Baroness,

now that every single one of her piglets had died.

Hello, darling. Hi, sweet pea.

Good girl.

Good girl.

What are you doing now, Jenny?

Just taking her temperature, to see whether she has got a fever.

She's very wobbly though.

- She's walking like she's drunk. - She's really wobbly.

Yeah. Look.

You can see her swaying from side to side.

She hasn't eaten. She's had a bit of water, and that's it.

You can see on the back end. Her bum should be round with muscle.

It's really straight up and down.

She's obviously lost a huge amount of muscle there and support.

And the problem is, especially on this terrain,

where she's up and down hills and it's all a bit lumpy bumpy,

I'm really worried that she's going to get to the point

that she's just going to go off those legs

and collapse.

It could be something cancerous.

The other thing you could be dealing with

is if you've got some damage to the liver.

Neither of which are...

- Curable. - Yeah.

Is she suffering now?

Any animal that's not eating is not in a good state.

She's so unsteady on her feet, isn't she?

If you don't make the decision now,

I have a feeling that we'll be in this position in another week's time

with her collapsed down the bottom of there.

If she's not going to get better and she's suffering,

it's Dignitas time.

Yeah.

So if you want me to do the deed,

then I'll sort it out,

and then you'll need to get someone in to take her away

- after everything's done. - When would you do the deed?

I can do it now,

if you would like.

Fucking hell.

- What do you think? - I can give you a bit of time.

I don't want her to be unhappy, in pain, or to get sicker.

- And then... - You don't want her to die either.

I don't want her to die with a broken leg having fallen down there

and just be all crumpled up and alone.

I know. It's always a really difficult decision.

She's so lovely.

She does seem like she's got a bit of a sweet nature.

She's really sweet. She's always been the sweetest.

Yeah.

Well...

Yeah? Time?

It's fine. You don't have to be present if you don't want to be.

- Yeah. I don't want to see it. - No.

- Thanks, Jenny. - That's not a problem. Okay.

Bye, Baroness.

Oh, God...

All right, darling. Time's up, I'm afraid.