- Location
- Scottish Highlands
Its pretty accurate, from what I’ve seen so far. Obviously Clarkson puts a spin on things for entertainment purposes but the basic underlying issues are experienced by many/ most of us.
Jeremy Clarksons new TV show
- Thread starter ILovebaling
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Its pretty accurate, from what I’ve seen so far. Obviously Clarkson puts a spin on things for entertainment purposes but the basic underlying issues are experienced by many/ most of us.
Timbo
Member
- Location
- Gods County
Pretty close.
- Location
- DD9.
Closer than some of the more established programmes, where there’s always the undercurrent of food production being an inconvenience to ramblers having a lovely walk.
- Location
- Cirencester
You'd be spot on if the combine caught fire or his Lambo's gearbox went bang, certainly not enough breakdowns to be real but yes, the rest is pretty spot on, weather, petty bureaucracy, costs and income. No idea re sheep as never had any but from what I gather they are as portrayed, try and die all the time. The NFU bird is'nt as pretty
- Location
- Montgomeryshire
The guy he bought it off was an extremely wealthy individual (Flemings private bank, which was sold to Chase Manhatten in 2000 for $7.7bn) who lived for foxhunting. There are hunt jumps all over it, and it was managed more for foxes than farming. They used to have the local pony club camp there every year, which Jeremy allowed to continue (not sure if he still does though?).
Of course, those nasty foxhunting people never do anything for the environment though.
- Location
- Carmarthenshire, West Wales
I worked in Stow on the Wold one summer, and I remember one of the farms in Swell Wold (or was that the farm name, maybe it was in the Slaughters), anyway that farm had a lot done on it for fox hunting I remember.The guy he bought it off was an extremely wealthy individual (Flemings private bank, which was sold to Chase Manhatten in 2000 for $7.7bn) who lived for foxhunting. There are hunt jumps all over it, and it was managed more for foxes than farming. They used to have the local pony club camp there every year, which Jeremy allowed to continue (not sure if he still does though?).
Of course, those nasty foxhunting people never do anything for the environment though.
- Location
- Shropshire
My first boss had his whole farm planned out around hunting had the kids meet there and point to points over 200 jumps over 50 acres off covers he had planted in his life time and a good few miles off double wide hedge to join each one
yellow belly
Member
- Location
- south west lincolnshire
only getting 25 % of the area planted to winter wheat was the big hit
no drilling here after 23 september
on heavy land any drilled late is Low yield
the high prices were because the uk crop was down 40 %
clarksons programmes are always a very entertaining
still have to watch clarksons farm
no drilling here after 23 september
on heavy land any drilled late is Low yield
the high prices were because the uk crop was down 40 %
clarksons programmes are always a very entertaining
still have to watch clarksons farm
BBC
Member
- Location
- Gloucestershire
The guy he bought it off was an extremely wealthy individual (Flemings private bank, which was sold to Chase Manhatten in 2000 for $7.7bn) who lived for foxhunting. There are hunt jumps all over it, and it was managed more for foxes than farming. They used to have the local pony club camp there every year, which Jeremy allowed to continue (not sure if he still does though?).
Of course, those nasty foxhunting people never do anything for the environment though.
Went up to London for the Countryside March on one of the busses that he organised. After the March he had arranged for everyone to have ‘tea’ in the board room at the top of the bank and had even arranged special permission for the busses to transport us there.
A very nice way to finish the day.
- Location
- Montgomeryshire
Yes, Swell Wold is a farm name, owned by another family member iirc.
Established a herd of Ruby Red (funny pot bellied things
) cattle there when he bought it.
Yes, Swell Wold is a farm name, owned by another family member iirc.
Your family member! I had no idea.
Suffolk Serf
Member
- Location
- Bury/Thetford
The guy he bought it off was an extremely wealthy individual (Flemings private bank, which was sold to Chase Manhatten in 2000 for $7.7bn) who lived for foxhunting. There are hunt jumps all over it, and it was managed more for foxes than farming. They used to have the local pony club camp there every year, which Jeremy allowed to continue (not sure if he still does though?).
Of course, those nasty foxhunting people never do anything for the environment though.
I think that I remember Clarkson saying in a q&a piece on you tube about his farm that he has the Heythrop (a famous pack of foxhounds), the beagles and the bloodhounds over the farm and that he was a bit against hunting but since it was banned has become strangely supportive.
Are those the red cattle that graze on Harry Metcalfe’s farm ( a great YouTube to follow ), who I believe is a neighbour of Clarkson and another who made his money from car journalism . Harry’s YouTube videos are the most sensible and informative you will findYes, Swell Wold is a farm name, owned by another family member iirc.
Established a herd of Ruby Red (funny pot bellied things
- Location
- Northleach, Gloucestershire
Thats a Fleming one too.
- Location
- Northleach, Gloucestershire
Harry is about 10 miles or so from Clarkson, on the south side of Burford. I agree he has a very pragmatic outlook and is superb at explaining what goes on and why he makes his decisions.
The Seeker
Member
Would really like a 2nd series to see how he gets on after the first try.
Kwak Rider
Member
Seen this on Facebook, apologies if it's been posted before -
Clarkson for PM?
Jeremy Clarkson’s words of wisdom :
Fishing. It’s not one of my specialist subjects. I do not want to stand up to my gentleman’s area in an icy Scottish river and I’d rather spend my spare time in the pub, with friends, than sitting, by myself, on a damp canal bank with a bag full of maggots. Fishing, really, is for people who hate their children.
But, this morning, I feel duty-bound to come to the defence of the nation’s anglists, who are being blamed for an alarming drop in salmon numbers in Scottish rivers. There used to be a time when 25% of all the fish that left their birthplace came back. Today, it’s just 5%.
Those who enjoy animal rights say fishermen and fishermen women are to blame, along with farmers and bankers and possibly Mrs Thatcher, and conveniently fail to mention a couple of important points. Almost all the salmon caught by anglers are allowed to resume their journey after they’ve been landed. And, more importantly, the mouth of every Scottish salmon river is patrolled these days by an armada of hungry seals.
You want to get the salmon numbers up, you must do something about the number of seals. But what? Seals have big doe eyes and puppy-dog faces, and no one wants to see them being beaten to death with bats.
This, then, is the problem with conservation. Protect one species — and seals are very protected — and it’s going to have an impact on another. It’s all a question of balance and being sensible. Which, I’m afraid, is hard when our government is being advised by a Swedish teenager and Chris Packham.
Packham is a wildlife presenter on the BBC, and I like him. He’s a good communicator, fun to be with, hugely knowledgable about punk rock and able to tell a corn bunting from a reed bunting at 400 paces. He’s also a fine lobbyist. So fine, in fact, that, having teamed up with a former conservation director of the airborne wing of the Labour Party, the RSPB, he was able to convince the government’s conservation watchdog, Natural England, to announce that it is now illegal to shoot pigeons.
Now I’m not going to be silly about this. Last weekend, as the sun blazed down, I very much enjoyed sitting in the garden listening to the wood pigeons cooing away. It’s a sound that makes me feel warm and fuzzy. And I don’t hold with the argument that town pigeons should be hounded to extinction because they crap on your car. They do, but it’s not a big issue to get a hosepipe and wash it off.
However, I’m a farmer these days, and one of the things I grow is oilseed rape. I grew enough last year to make 100,000 bottles of vegetable oil.
This year, though, things are tricky, because a weed called black grass, which is immune to herbicides, is ravaging the crop.
And what’s left is being half-inched by pigeons. I’m told that I can try scaring them away with loud bangs and kites and statues of Jon Pertwee, but I’m also told by the Viyella army of local countrymen that none of these things actually works. You have to shoot them. And now we can’t.
Score one for Packham and Corbyn’s RAF. But hang on, because if there’s less oilseed rape, that means there’s less vegetable oil, which will drive demand for alternatives such as palm oil. And palm oil production is what’s destroying the jungles of Indonesia, and with them the orang-utan.
So what the do-gooders have done by helping the pigeon, which is as prolific as nitrogen, is kill more of Borneo’s endangered orange monkeys. And that’s obviously idiotic. Happily, there seems to be a solution.
For nearly 40 years farmers have been using a so-called general licence to shoot pigeons, because they’re protected under wild bird legislation, drawn up to save important stuff like the osprey and the golden eagle and so on.
In short, you could get permission to shoot certain kinds of common and unimportant wild birds, such as pigeons and crows and magpies, if it was bleeding obvious they were stealing eggs, pecking out the eyes of lambs or devastating crops. Well, thanks to Chris Packham’s lot, that permission has now gone.
There is one idea for keeping the pigeon under control. Simply remove it, along with the crow and the magpie, from the legislation covering wild birds. Then no special permission to kill it is necessary. It’s not as if this minor shift in the law would cause millions to take to the countryside each weekend in weirdo NRA combat strides, because to shoot a pigeon you need a gun, and you still need a licence for that.
But will the government allow a pigeon free-for-all? It should. It makes sense. We live in weird times, though, when governments in general and ours in particular are entirely detached from the real world. They seem to live in a universe full of unicorns and magic fairy dust. So there’s no way Michael Gove, who’s running the countryside this week, is going to say, “Lock and load, Farmer Giles. Let’s waste the motherf******!”
So what about this for a plan? We pat Chris Packham on the back and say, with a magnanimous smile, that he has won. A bit like remainers are being urged to do by Brexiteers. But then we carry on as before. A bit like Brexiteers are being urged to do by remainers.
Seriously, can you see the police being that bothered? Really? About the death of a pigeon? And how would they ever know? A shotgun is noisy, but it’s not so noisy that it can be heard in the nearest police station, which these days is usually 20 miles away. And only open from nine to five. On a Tuesday.
Plod isn’t interested when I have a gate or a quad bike nicked, so I can hardly see a Swat team coming through the door with an enforcer ram because they suspect the pie I’m taking out of the Aga has four and twenty pigeons in it
Clarkson for PM?
Jeremy Clarkson’s words of wisdom :
Fishing. It’s not one of my specialist subjects. I do not want to stand up to my gentleman’s area in an icy Scottish river and I’d rather spend my spare time in the pub, with friends, than sitting, by myself, on a damp canal bank with a bag full of maggots. Fishing, really, is for people who hate their children.
But, this morning, I feel duty-bound to come to the defence of the nation’s anglists, who are being blamed for an alarming drop in salmon numbers in Scottish rivers. There used to be a time when 25% of all the fish that left their birthplace came back. Today, it’s just 5%.
Those who enjoy animal rights say fishermen and fishermen women are to blame, along with farmers and bankers and possibly Mrs Thatcher, and conveniently fail to mention a couple of important points. Almost all the salmon caught by anglers are allowed to resume their journey after they’ve been landed. And, more importantly, the mouth of every Scottish salmon river is patrolled these days by an armada of hungry seals.
You want to get the salmon numbers up, you must do something about the number of seals. But what? Seals have big doe eyes and puppy-dog faces, and no one wants to see them being beaten to death with bats.
This, then, is the problem with conservation. Protect one species — and seals are very protected — and it’s going to have an impact on another. It’s all a question of balance and being sensible. Which, I’m afraid, is hard when our government is being advised by a Swedish teenager and Chris Packham.
Packham is a wildlife presenter on the BBC, and I like him. He’s a good communicator, fun to be with, hugely knowledgable about punk rock and able to tell a corn bunting from a reed bunting at 400 paces. He’s also a fine lobbyist. So fine, in fact, that, having teamed up with a former conservation director of the airborne wing of the Labour Party, the RSPB, he was able to convince the government’s conservation watchdog, Natural England, to announce that it is now illegal to shoot pigeons.
Now I’m not going to be silly about this. Last weekend, as the sun blazed down, I very much enjoyed sitting in the garden listening to the wood pigeons cooing away. It’s a sound that makes me feel warm and fuzzy. And I don’t hold with the argument that town pigeons should be hounded to extinction because they crap on your car. They do, but it’s not a big issue to get a hosepipe and wash it off.
However, I’m a farmer these days, and one of the things I grow is oilseed rape. I grew enough last year to make 100,000 bottles of vegetable oil.
This year, though, things are tricky, because a weed called black grass, which is immune to herbicides, is ravaging the crop.
And what’s left is being half-inched by pigeons. I’m told that I can try scaring them away with loud bangs and kites and statues of Jon Pertwee, but I’m also told by the Viyella army of local countrymen that none of these things actually works. You have to shoot them. And now we can’t.
Score one for Packham and Corbyn’s RAF. But hang on, because if there’s less oilseed rape, that means there’s less vegetable oil, which will drive demand for alternatives such as palm oil. And palm oil production is what’s destroying the jungles of Indonesia, and with them the orang-utan.
So what the do-gooders have done by helping the pigeon, which is as prolific as nitrogen, is kill more of Borneo’s endangered orange monkeys. And that’s obviously idiotic. Happily, there seems to be a solution.
For nearly 40 years farmers have been using a so-called general licence to shoot pigeons, because they’re protected under wild bird legislation, drawn up to save important stuff like the osprey and the golden eagle and so on.
In short, you could get permission to shoot certain kinds of common and unimportant wild birds, such as pigeons and crows and magpies, if it was bleeding obvious they were stealing eggs, pecking out the eyes of lambs or devastating crops. Well, thanks to Chris Packham’s lot, that permission has now gone.
There is one idea for keeping the pigeon under control. Simply remove it, along with the crow and the magpie, from the legislation covering wild birds. Then no special permission to kill it is necessary. It’s not as if this minor shift in the law would cause millions to take to the countryside each weekend in weirdo NRA combat strides, because to shoot a pigeon you need a gun, and you still need a licence for that.
But will the government allow a pigeon free-for-all? It should. It makes sense. We live in weird times, though, when governments in general and ours in particular are entirely detached from the real world. They seem to live in a universe full of unicorns and magic fairy dust. So there’s no way Michael Gove, who’s running the countryside this week, is going to say, “Lock and load, Farmer Giles. Let’s waste the motherf******!”
So what about this for a plan? We pat Chris Packham on the back and say, with a magnanimous smile, that he has won. A bit like remainers are being urged to do by Brexiteers. But then we carry on as before. A bit like Brexiteers are being urged to do by remainers.
Seriously, can you see the police being that bothered? Really? About the death of a pigeon? And how would they ever know? A shotgun is noisy, but it’s not so noisy that it can be heard in the nearest police station, which these days is usually 20 miles away. And only open from nine to five. On a Tuesday.
Plod isn’t interested when I have a gate or a quad bike nicked, so I can hardly see a Swat team coming through the door with an enforcer ram because they suspect the pie I’m taking out of the Aga has four and twenty pigeons in it
Established a herd of Ruby Red (funny pot bellied things
how rude…..
