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They're coming, they're coming!

Here they come.

COW MOOS

Good weight, Dad. Aye, I think we've done pretty well.

Can we put her in the stall? Absolutely.

Let's see what they make of their new home, eh?

They were all right on t'journey, then?

Seemed calm as you like.

They're very good-natured.

Look at you - giddy as a schoolgirl.

So, they're a different breed from your other cows?

Aye, a lot of farmers are moving over to Friesians

cos they give twice as much milk.

Twice as much?

And how's your dad doing with it all?

So far so good. I'm hoping, if he gets used to these four,

I can talk him into getting more.

But you know me dad - you can't rush things.

I suppose everyone has to learn to move with the times.

Absolutely. I'm sure it'll prove to be a sensible investment

in the long term.

You always said new breeds were a waste of time and money.

I'm not sure I did. That's an excellent drawing, Jimmy.

It's Mrs Porter.

And that's Anabella-Sue, but Rosie scribbled on it.

We said the kids could name them. BOTH CHUCKLE

Right, you two, let's put your drawings away now.

Did you have a chance to look at that article?

Er, no, not yet, Siegfried.

Those new sedatives are getting excellent results.

We should put in an order.

We don't want to be left behind. The early bird and all that.

Well, if you're serious about making improvements,

you could always try sprucing the place up a bit.

What do you mean? Well, it's rather utilitarian.

Granville Bennett's waiting room is very smart -

comfy chairs, glossy magazines, the works.

That's all just window dressing.

The important thing is we provide a good, reliable service.

I'm just saying, if I were partner...

Which you're not.

...I'd take a leaf out of Granville's book.

First impressions count.

Well, I suppose we could put out some periodicals.

They'd have to be farming and veterinary publications, though.

None of your funny papers.

We're professionals. Fine.

Besides, we go back decades with some of our clients.

Ah, speaking of which, there was a call from the Hollinses.

Was there? Yeah. They'd like someone to come

and take a look at their sow this afternoon.

Well, I'm sure you can handle it.

I would, only I promised I'd go up and see Charlotte.

She's laid up with the flu, poor thing.

Can't you call in on your way?

Oh, come on, Siegfried.

The lad just wants to see his sweetheart.

Fine. I'll go.

HE MOUTHS

ALL CHUCKLE

Afternoon to you.

Good afternoon.

Fine day, isn't it?

Why's he so cheerful? No idea.

Right, where's this sow, then?

SOW OINKS

Excellent.

Good Lord. She's quite a size, isn't she?

Aye, she's a good 'un, is our Harriet.

Aye, she's a good 'un.

About to give birth, I should say. Nay.

You tell him. She won't be piggin' for a week yet.

Not for a week. Grandad's never wrong.

Well, given the way she's carrying the weight, I wouldn't be so sure.

You say she's got a rash on her ear?

Aye, that's right. It looks a bit sore.

Aye, looks sore, all right.

Yes, I can see.

He can't see it from there. That he can't.

Not properly.

You need to get in there and have a look.

Hello there, Harriet.

Let's have a look at this ear of yours, shall we?

Come on, girl. I'm not gonna hurt you.

If I can just... HARRIET SQUEALS

Steady, steady.

It's all right.

Steady, steady.

I just need to...

Ow!

Now, then, come on. I just need...

HARRIET ROARS I just... I can jus...

I-I-I don't think it's anything to worry about.

I've got this new ointment I can give you.

That should do the trick.

We don't need nowt new. No, nowt new.

Are you sure?

It works very quickly, this one. You tell him.

Just cos summat's new dun't make it better.

No, I quite agree, but... Tell him about my spade.

50 year I've had it, still going strong.

Right.

And tell him about your trousers. Aye.

See these trousers?

Same pair I got married in.

Are they really?

Well, I'll, er, leave you the ointment.

Should she have any problems when she starts farrowing...

Aye, no.

She'll be reet. Our Harriet knows what she's all about.

Aye, she knows what she's about.

Won't be for a week. Mark my word.

Well, I best be off. No rest for the wicked.

These young fellas - always in a rush.

You tell him.

He'll be a long time dead. Aye, that he will.

How were school today, son? Good.

Malcolm stuck a pencil up his nose.

Destined for greatness, that lad (!)

Right, who wants to try this new Friesian milk?

It's fresh from t'cow. Me!

There we go.

What's the verdict? It's really good.

Uh-huh.

Looks a bit thin to me.

What do you think, Rosie? More, more!

I think she likes it. Right, there you go, Dad.

You're not gonna choose that over milk from a Jersey, are yer?

It's the dairy who'll be buying it. So you don't have to drink it.

And besides, it's quantity over quality with the Friesians.

That's the whole point. It's a shame you can't have both.

This is what it takes to survive, Dad.

RICHARD GROANS

RICHARD SIGHS

All right there, Tris? Hm.

What've you got there? Siegfried's approved reading matter.

Farmers Weekly, Farmer And Stockbreeder.

But if you really want a thrill, The Veterinary Record.

I doubt anyone'll care too much.

Yeah, well, if you ask me, it's a missed opportunity.

DOOR OPENS Ah, Mrs Pumphrey.

Hello. Good morning, gentlemen.

Thank you so much for fitting us in at such short notice.

Not at all.

So Tricki's not quite his sprightly self? No.

As I said on the telephone,

his back legs are really rather stiff.

All right, let's have a look, shall we?

His arthritis does seem to be playing up again.

And there's a little bit of swelling.

He's been so much more mobile since you prescribed the cod liver oil,

but the last couple of weeks have seen a bit of a deterioration.

And you've been massaging his joints the way I showed you?

Oh, morning and evening, religiously.

All right. Well, there are some tablets we can try

to help ease the stiffness.

Ooh, that would be wonderful.

Uncle Herriot does take such good care of us, doesn't he, Tricki?

We still do want to get his weight down a little bit, though.

We are trying.

And what about at night? Does he still sleep on your bed?

Because he'd really be better on a firmer surface.

I do encourage him to sleep in his own bed,

but he loves a silk eiderdown.

And the pillow he sleeps on is really quite firm.

Well, I suppose we all enjoy a little bit of comfort.

Right, there we go.

Thank you so much.

Those should settle his joints and help ease the pain,

but I'll take another look at him in a couple of days.

And we talked about not carrying him too much.

It's better for him to walk.

I know. He just gets rather tired.

And he so prefers to see people's faces

and not just their ankles.

Still, it's those basic, simple things

that really make the difference.

Well, Tricki, if we must, we must.

Come on, Tricki. TRICKI BARKS

Oh, Aud, you're a life-saver.

I've been gasping for a cuppa all morning.

Does Mr Arncliffe not let you make a brew?

Not on your life.

I swear, it's like doing the books for Scrooge himself.

I should never have worn new shoes with all those stairs.

It's good you've got so much work on, though.

Oh, I know. It's turned out rather well.

Enough book-keeping clients to keep me ticking over,

but evenings and weekends are still my own.

Well, there's someone who'll be pleased about that.

We do seem to be having quite a nice time together.

I've never known him so cheerful.

He's really not what I expected, you know?

I mean, after all the stories,

I was prepared for a bit of bad temper now and again, but...

...he's really rather lovely.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

You done already? A mere lull in proceedings, Mrs H.

I was hoping for a cup of tea.

And possibly a biscuit?

The tin's in the pantry.

Hands off the rock cakes - they're for the WI meeting tomorrow.

You are good. Baking for the WI on top of everything else.

Oh, it dun't take a minute.

Well, if you need anything picking up, do let me know.

I'm doing a spot of shopping later.

That's very kind of you. But I think I'm all right.

Thought I might treat myself to some fresh flowers.

MRS HALL CHUCKLES I know it's an extravagance.

But, like my Ron used to say,

a little bit of beauty is good for the soul.

You're up bright and early.

Aye. Told my dad I'd head up first thing.

Everything all right?

Just t'milk yield's down a bit yesterday.

Probably just them settling in. Getting used to the different feed.

Exactly. I'm sure they'll perk up.

But you know me dad - he's not one to look on the bright side.

DOOR CLOSES

Morning. How you getting on? About the same.

Really? Barely two gallons between them.

You've definitely been giving them enough hay?

Cos they need a lot more than the Jerseys.

Aye, you said.

And we should be keeping the water troughs topped up.

Oh, really? I thought they could just help themselves from t'tap (!)

I just can't understand why the yield's dropped so much.

Do you think they look a bit thinner?

I dunno. Do you?

Do you think they're maybe sickening for summat?

No, James checked them over.

He'd have noticed if there were owt wrong.

Ah, well, they're prone to all sorts, the Friesians.

I'd get him back up if I were you - have another look.

MRS PUMPHREY: And lastly...

Oh, yes.

I'm sure you've all heard about poor Mr Slavens

collapsing during Evensong.

CHATTER Hmm.

Well, it's since been brought to my attention

that he's one of a number of older parishioners

who've been going without proper meals.

So I feel we should all rally round

and start giving out more food parcels.

Now, with that in mind, may I ask people to put forward

the names of any elderly neighbours that you think might be in need?

Hmm?

Yes, well... that's it.

Thank you all very much. Thank you. Thank you.

APPLAUSE

I'm glad to see you made it out.

How's little Albert doing?

Much better, thanks. Good.

No Helen today? No.

She's been so busy up at Heston,

I've hardly seen her the past few days.

Well, that was rather a better turnout than I thought.

Mm. It's awful about poor Mr Slavens.

Oh, indeed.

Yes, it seems he's fallen on rather hard times

since he gave up the farm.

Apparently, he'd been giving his dog most of his meat rations.

Ah. Some of these old boys,

they get quite silly over their animals.

And, er, folks don't like to admit when they're not managing.

No, indeed.

You know, it was all so much better in the old days.

We all just looked out for one another.

At the manor, we used to put out fruit and vegetable boxes

for the needy as a matter of course.

There was no shame in requiring assistance.

Well, I'd best get going -

my neighbour's looking after little Albert.

Oh, of course, dear. Bye, now.

Nice to see you.

Yes, I must get Tricki home, too.

You know, in some ways, it was a much simpler time.

Excellent.

Mind how you go, Mr Roberts.

And just keep giving Martha those drops.

No-one's touched your magazines. Haven't they?

Would it kill you to let me put something more interesting out?

We're not a lending library.

What've you got there? What?

Oh, nothing. Just some things for the dispensary.

As I say, Mrs Pearce,

I'm sure Harvey will perk up on his own in a few days. Hm.

DOOR SLAMS What's up with her?

Mrs Pearce wanted me to prescribe muscle relaxants

for her canary's tremors.

Muscle relaxants? Where on earth did she get that idea?

She'd been reading about them in The Veterinary Record.

Ah. And you said no-one was reading the magazines.

Well, I'd rather they weren't.

She was most put out when I explained they were only for horses.

THEY LAUGH, PHONE RINGS

Siegfried, what's all this?

I thought you said we were going to wait before you ordered more drugs?

No, you wanted to wait - I thought we should push on.

But these sedatives are practically the same formula as the old ones,

only a slightly higher dosage.

Rubbish. They're new and improved - it says so quite clearly.

You're paying for the fancy packaging.

James, that's Helen on the phone. She says you're needed up at Heston.

Thanks for coming. Not at all.

COW MOOS

Right.

What is it?

They've certainly lost quite a bit of weight.

I thought they might've.

I didn't think it were that noticeable.

I haven't seen them in a few days, so it's probably easier to spot.

So they are sick?

No. No, I don't think so.

Can you smell this? On her breath?

It's a bit like pear drops. Aye, is that...?

It's a sign of ketosis, or slow fever -

means she's burning fat for energy instead of glucose,

which only happens when they're not getting enough to eat.

That can't be right. I've been shovelling hay down them

like there's no tomorrow.

It can be very hard to judge exactly how much they need.

It's a question of trial and error.

I'll give them all a glycol drench,

and they should be back to normal in a day or two.

Thank you.

It's harder cos you're having to keep them inside

while they're in this quarantine.

That's soon sorted. We'll swap 'em. Put t'Jerseys in t'top field,

and these greedy buggers can munch away outside

to their hearts' content. Mm.

Aye. All right, girl.

I hope these are the right sort of thing.

I thought tins were the safest way to go.

Oh, very much so. Yes, please.

Now we just need to persuade people to sign up.

Are you not getting many takers?

So far, people have been rather reluctant.

Even the ones who need it the most.

I suppose you have no idea what people are going through.

And we all have our pride.

Dorothy, so sorry to keep you waiting.

I had to change. What's all this?

Audrey's collecting for food parcels.

Yes, of course.

Don't worry - I've not touched your sardines.

Not at all. More than happy to contribute.

Erm, has anyone seen my...?

Thank you.

Oh, I picked up the tickets.

For the concert on Monday? Excellent.

I know. I'm looking forward to hearing the Rachmaninoff.

Yes. Yes, indeed.

I'm just glad they changed the programme.

There's only so many times I can sit through HMS Pinafore. Hm.

Yes. Shall we, then?

Siegfried. About those magazines in the waiting room.

Sorry?

I just don't think our female clients

are going to want to read about udder infections

and crop beetles.

Wouldn't you agree, Dorothy?

It doesn't sound terribly appealing. No.

But the odd Woman's Weekly or fashion magazine...

Perhaps something about the arts?

That would certainly be my preference.

Yes, well...

Yes, yes, whatever you like.

Just don't spend too much. Ah.

Righto. Shall we?

See you later, Mrs Hall. Bye, Aud.

Have a good dinner. After you.

HE CHUCKLES

So, where have you been hiding lately?

How do you mean?

You haven't been behind the bar in ages.

I've just had a few things on.

Hm.

Hard week?

Oh, you know, just the usual joys of working with my brother.

Oh, I wouldn't worry.

I reckon you'll be putting it all behind you before too long.

When you're the Lord of the Manor up at the Beauvoir house.

HE CHUCKLES I don't know about that.

Lounging around, being waited on hand and foot.

No, you know me, Maggie, I, er, I do prefer the easy life. Hmm.

Right, Miss Rosie-Posie, we'll have some nice warm milk,

and then we'll have a story, shall we?

All right? SOFT CLATTER

What do you think you're doing in there, young man?

I was just...

...counting the jam jars! I see.

Well, it's a good idea to keep count

because once that jam's gone, there won't be any more for a while.

So we need to make it last, don't we?

But there's a tin of biscuits on the shelf

that people can help themselves to,

so long as they only take one at a time.

And fetch one for your sister.

You don't think you might be overdoing it a bit?

If you're going to do something, might as well do it properly.

Dorothy thought it was a good idea.

You know, she was saying before how much she loves

having fresh flowers about the place.

Yes, well, I don't think that's...

Her late husband used to say they were, erm, good for the soul.

Doesn't it hurt her? When you pull like that?

That's the thing, you see, you're not pulling,

you're just squeezing the milk down the teat.

When you get a bit older and your hands get a bit bigger,

I'll teach you how to do it.

Really? Aye. I reckon you'll be a natural.

Right, that's your lot.

Well done, Mrs Porter.

Grandad says he'll teach me to milk. Is that right?

How much did you get?

Maybe a bit more.

I wouldn't say we were swimming in it yet, though.

Will you take that round to where t'churns are? Good lad.

Just take your time.

Right. They got a clean bill of health?

They do. No sign of any underlying problems.

It's basically the same as any breed -

you get out what you put in.

It might be that that grass just in't enough for them.

They're cows. What else are they gonna eat?

Well, feed cake for one thing. No chance.

We're not gonna start with all that.

If that's what it takes to get the yield we're after...

Feed cake costs a fortune.

You start buying that stuff in, you can say goodbye to any profit.

Maybe to start with, but not once we're up and running.

Oh, aye, and when will that be?

Dad, I honestly think it might be the only way.

Or the farm won't survive. Right.

Well, if that is the only way,

I say we don't bother with Friesians.

It's exactly what I said would happen.

First sign of a problem, and he wants to go back to how we were.

I suppose it's understandable.

Siegfried. I'm not saying I agree with Richard.

If a farmer's been working in the same way for generations,

he's bound to be resistant to change.

We've got to do something, or we'll get left behind.

And farming is changing, Siegfried. You can't ignore that.

Of course it is. It's all about profit and scale these days.

That's why so many smallholdings are going to the wall.

Like poor Mr Slavens. Exactly.

Because they're not tenable.

All these small farms just barely getting by,

people like the Hollinses.

The sad fact is they'll be a thing of the past before long.

Blimey. You're a ray of sunshine, aren't you (?)

Sorry.

PHONE RINGS

Darrowby 2-2-9-7.

Of course. I'll send him straight up.

Was that for me?

Mr Hollin says Harriet's started farrowing,

but she won't let the piglets feed.

Apparently, she's getting quite agitated. Right.

I said you'd head straight over.

Well, it's a good thing I ordered those new sedatives, isn't it?

I've never seen her like this before.

She's had three already - they're all healthy -

but they can't feed.

She won't let them near her. We've had to keep them separated.

And you've tried reintroducing them one at a time?

Aye, nearly took Grandad's hand off.

Aye, nearly took it reet off. Yes, I see.

Well, let's have a look, shall we?

If I can just...

Ooh, yes, yes, you're a lively one, aren't you?

There we go.

HARRIET SQUEALS

Oh, good God.

She nearly had him then. She did.

Yes, er, well, what we need to do is sedate her.

Let me just, er...

Luckily, I happen to have a very strong

and fast-acting sedative.

New, is it? Er, no. No. Tried and tested.

An improvement on an existing formula.

It'll have her sleepy and compliant within minutes.

I know that, strictly speaking, we should've made an appointment,

but Uncle Herriot did say he wanted to see Tricki again.

Not to worry.

He's just finishing up with a patient,

but I'm sure he'll be glad to see you.

Can I bring you a tea? No, I don't want to put you to any trouble.

Oh, it's no trouble at all.

Well, then, yes, please.

Quite weak with just a tiny drop of milk.

Right you are.

Actually... Mrs Pumphrey,

I were thinking about what you said about the food parcels.

Oh, yes, yes? People aren't signing up.

So I were wondering if we couldn't make it easier

for folk to just take what they need.

Like the boxes you talked about.

I thought we could set up a little community pantry.

It dun't need to be anything big.

And then folk can just bring whatever they've got going spare,

and then...

And let people help themselves? Exactly.

I think that's really rather a good idea.

And I thought there's that funny little storeroom

at the back of the church hall.

It in't used for much. And it's got plenty of shelves.

If the vicar dun't mind, that is.

Oh, I doubt he'll object.

He tends to be concerned with matters more spiritual.

You may just have found the perfect solution, Mrs Hall.

Well done.

Cheerio, then. Thank you, Mr Herriot.

Hello there.

And how's my favourite nephew?

Very much improved. That's what I like to hear.

And has he been sleeping in his own bed? Oh, he has.

Wonderful. If you'd like to come on through.

Are you all right there, Mrs Pumphrey?

Oh, yes, it's nothing. It's just my hip.

Tricki cried when I went up to bed,

so in the end, I slept downstairs with him on the sofa.

Unfortunately, it proved to be rather unforgiving.

There you are, you see? Perfectly calm.

Now then.

Very gently.

HARRIET SQUEALS Oh, good God.

She dun't look very sleepy to me. Not sleepy at all.

No, she probably just needs a bigger dose.

She is, after all, an uncommonly large sow.

Oh, Tris, there's a bag of flour on the top shelf in there.

If you wouldn't mind... Your wish is my command, Mrs H.

You all right there, love?

Yes. I'm just putting off going to see me dad.

I'm not looking forward to another row about feed cake.

I'm sure he'll come round eventually.

It's like you said - he always needs time with summat new.

Mm. In other words, he's a stubborn old goat.

Yeah, what you're dealing with there is the obstinate male ego.

All right.

You just have to remember

that they're highly susceptible to manipulation.

This wouldn't have anything to do with a big bunch of carnations

that have appeared in the waiting area?

Oh, I really couldn't comment on an ongoing experiment, Mrs H.

That reminds me. I have to catch the shops before they close.

Er...

Right, I'd better fetch Jimmy from school.

I promised I'd take him up and help his grandad.

DOOR OPENS, DOOR CLOSES

Are we going up to see Mrs Porter?

We're going up to see Mrs Porter.

I'm gonna show her my drawing.

It's me and her in the milking stall.

Oh, I'm sure she'll like that.

I told Mrs Morley all about milking,

and Malcolm said it sounded disgusting.

Did he?

But he's just jealous because he's only got a hamster,

and you can't milk a hamster.

Well, no, I suppose you can't.

Right. That's it. Pull it nice and tight.

That way, if it rains up in t'field, t'sacks'll stay nice and dry.

Now then... go and get me that other ball of twine.

It's on a hook in t'back of shed.

I, er, bumped into Fred Dobson last night.

Oh, aye? Yeah.

Reckons he might be willing to take t'Friesians off us

if we decide to sell.

What? You asked him?

Well, I thought I'd get the ball rolling, yeah.

We bought them cows together.

You agreed. We said we'd make a proper go of it.

Well, there comes a point

when you've got to start cutting your losses.

We've only just got started.

That's no reason to be throwing good money after bad.

Dad, if we don't do this,

if we don't find a way to make that work,

we might as well give up on t'farm altogether.

Yeah, well, I honestly think we'd be better off selling.

No, Grandad!

You can't sell Mrs Porter.

Oh, it's all right, Jimmy.

Aye, lad, don't go upsetting yourself.

Come on, let's see if we can go and find you a biscuit, eh?

How many's that now?

She's had four doses,

but, as I said, it's not an exact science.

You should tell him.

There's only one way to fettle a pig in that state.

Really? what's that? A bucket of beer.

Always does it.

Aye, always does. Yeah, it's an interesting theory.

Although, I'm not sure a drunk sow would be any easier to handle. Damn.

I'll get myself down to t'Wagon and Horses.

No! Fetch her a drop of good ale.

There's no call for that.

I'll head back to the practice for another box. I shan't be long.

Oh, bloody hell!

Everything all right? No time to talk, Mrs Hall.

What on earth are you doing?

I have a sow the size of Swindon that won't cooperate.

So you're going to feed her

the entire contents of the dispensary?

I'll increase the dose until it's effective.

These new sedatives are already a higher dosage.

You don't know what might happen.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

For God's sake, you're being completely irresponsible.

And you, James, are being a tedious drag. Excuse me?

You're almost as backward as the bloody Hollinses

wanting to "settle t'sow wit' beer".

Beer does do the trick sometimes. DOOR CLOSES

And what in God's name are you doing?

I beg your pardon? Have you completely lost your mind?!

First it was magazines,

then flowers, now it's soft sodding furnishings.

Those chairs are pretty hard. They're supposed to be hard!

It's a waiting room, not a tart's bloody boudoir!

What boudoirs have you been to?

And I don't care what Dorothy says about this

or your sodding magazines.

This is my practice, and what I say goes. Do you hear me?

I think the whole of Darrowby heard you.

Dorothy.

That was quite a speech.

Erm, I didn't mean...

What I meant was...

Oh, I think it was quite clear what you meant.

I-I just... I'm in the middle of a difficult case,

and I'm under a lot of pressure.

I wouldn't want to add to it.

Perhaps we should give the concert a miss.

Erm... yes. Perhaps we should.

Right. Well, if you'll excuse me,

I have a distressed animal to deal with.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR SLAMS

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Mr Hollin...

Mr Hollin, I told you this wasn't necessary.

Nowt settles a sow like beer.

Well, will you at least get into the car?

Nay. I don't want ale spilling everywhere.

Fine!

Have it your way.

Will you look at that? CHUCKLING

Eh, see thee. HE CHUCKLES

I can put the little 'uns in now, I reckon.

Aye. Reckon so. GRANDAD HOLLIN CHUCKLES

That looks good. Ginger, is it?

Yeah. Must have some of that myself.

You all right, love?

Am I safe or...?

I know you think I've messed up.

And, yes, the Friesians have been one problem after another,

so you're probably right.

Hang on. I've never said anything about that.

But we can't go back to how we were, Dad,

not if we want the farm to survive.

Other farms are selling higher volumes of milk at lower prices.

Eventually, no-one's gonna pay over the odds for the Jerseys.

And then what will we do?

That's a long way down the line, love.

It isn't, Dad.

We need to start planning.

First things first, we need to get our yield up.

When we've got a bit of extra money,

we can think about expanding the herd,

maybe even buy a milking machine.

You've got it all worked out, han't you?

No, I haven't, but I'm trying.

Cos this place means more to me than anything.

I loved growing up here.

It's what I want for our two. And their kids after them.

But none of that can happen if we don't start making some changes.

Aye, well...

I'll get up to t'top field before it goes dark.

There you go, Mr Farnon.

Thank you.

I kept a little bit back for t'rest of us.

HOLLINSES CHUCKLE

That's Yorkshire's finest best bitter, that is.

Cheers.

Ah. You can't go wrong wi' beer.

No Mrs Hall? There's tea in the pot.

I've been meaning to say...

...if I spoke out of turn the other evening

about your father and the farm... It's all right.

I just meant, erm...

...some people adapt to change more slowly than others.

And some bury their heads in the sand till it's too late.

Dad. Morning.

What're you doing?

Rob Benson down The Drovers said he put double water troughs in for his.

Sorry? Friesians.

Thought it'd be worth a try.

Right.

Fred Dobson says his had been overheating,

so we should put them near to t'door when we bring them in.

And then this feed cake business,

we're gonna have to sit down and do some proper costings.

Oh, Dad.

I've just been so worried about what we were gonna do.

Why didn't you just say summat to me

about all these big plans you've got?

I thought if I asked, you'd say no.

Don't know where you got that idea from.

I worry too, you know.

About making t'wrong decisions. About wasting years of hard work.

Not just ours, but... folk that came before us.

Do you? Yeah. I do.

But I don't want you thinking that you've got to carry it all.

We'll work it out, love, but we'll do it together, do you understand?

'Ey.

Jimmy keeps telling folk he's gonna be a champion milker.

Well, if our Rosie's owt like her mam,

she'll give him a run for his money.

CHUCKLES

Right.

Thank you for coming. Well, you did apologise profusely.

May I?

I meant every word. I know.

And if I'm honest, I may have overreacted.

No. Oh, just slightly.

Not at all.

Besides, it was probably about time we had a bit of a falling-out.

HE CHUCKLES

It's just a shame to miss the concert. Yes.

Although, to tell you the truth,

I find Rachmaninoff rather overrated.

You do? I do.

Whereas your dismissal of Gilbert and Sullivan surprises me.

Well... I do quite like some of it.

But the wit and the wordplay is incomparable,

not to mention the intricacy, the beauty of the melodies.

Yum-Yum's aria, for example.

When we get back to the house, you must let me play it for you.

I'm certain it will change your mind.

It's quite remarkable.

BOTH CHUCKLE

Right, let's let her go. See how she gets on.

Go on.

Go on, Mrs Porter.

I think they like her. I think they do.

Come on.

Eh?

Oh, if you just put those

with the other tinned meats in there, and then...

I think we're about there.

Well, that looks rather marvellous.

Well, we'll need to keep topping up the stock, but it's not a bad start.

Not at all, no.

Here are some tins of confit de canard

I'd like to contribute.

Oh, right you are.

Thank you.

Now we just need to let folk know it's here.

Well, I've asked the vicar to put an announcement

in the parish newsletter.

Oh, that's good.

And perhaps we could put the opening times up

on the bulletin board?

You know, you have an excellent organisational brain, my dear.

I may be calling on you a great deal more in future.

Do you not have Tricki with you today? Oh, yes, he's here.

Just having a little nap.

Here he is.

Oh, my.

Well, Uncle Herriot kept telling me I mustn't carry him around so much.

So now you can push him around instead.

Exactly. Whenever he tires of walking,

I can pop him in his little carriage.

He seems very taken with it, don't you, Tricki, darling?

Yes, you do! Oh, dear.

I've left me basket behind.

I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs Pumphrey. All right, my dear.

Come on, Tricki.

There we are.

Oh, Maggie!

It were harder when my folks moved away...

...but we were still doing all right.

I mean, my widow's pension doesn't really stretch far, but...

MAGGIE SNIFFLES

...I had Arthur's parents nearby,

and they could have Albert whilst I were at The Drovers.

But then they went down south to look after her sister,

and Albert's chest got bad.

And just with paying for his medicine

and not being able to pick up as many shifts... I know.

It dun't take much to go from managing to not.

Especially with a little one.

Never thought that I'd end up stealing from the WI, though.

Stealing? Don't be daft.

That food's for whoever needs it.

Lord knows, I were thankful for any help when my Edward was small.

Were you on your own too?

Not in the same way.

Although there were hard times.

But I were lucky.

I had a friend I could rely on. And so do you.

Do you hear?

Thank you.

Well done, wee Jimmy.

It's like they've always been together. Aye.

'Appen we're headed in t'right direction.

'Appen we are.

Right, come on, you two, let's go and get this last one.

What were that one called, Mrs Porter, was it?

No, Grandad. That's Anabella-Sue.

I don't know what's wrong with a name

like Bessie or Buttercup, that's what I want to know.

Wait till he hears what Rosie wants to name the other two.

Humpty Dumpty? Are you having me on?

Humpty Dumpty's an egg!

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