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Hello , I am Paul , founder of Waterland Organics. For over 20 years now I have been growing organically in the Cambridgeshire Fens .  The journey has been long but has not finished . Hopefully , this blog will give you an insight into what do and the place where we do it ; It's grimness and its equisite beauty

I Can See Clearly Now The Rain Has Come .

By pauljonathan, Aug 22 2013 09:24PM

Earlier on this week I was like a bear with a sore head . It was sunny , the ground was dryer than the Gobi Desert and I had just got back from my summer holidays (a weekend in Norfolk , if you must know). Hundreds of things needed to be done at once and every time I sat down for lunch the phone would ring . Again and AGAIN and AGAIN ! All this and getting reacquainted with what stung hands felt like and trying to get used to horseflies buzzing around my head and my arms getting rescratched to bits by the underside of the courgette leaves ; the thought of having to irrigate the rapidly desiccating crops that surrounded my tortured body was just about as much as my tortured humour could bear . The priming of the irrigation pump alone requires a handle to be pumped up and down up and down over 256 hand crunching , back breaking times . All this and the horse flies buzzing around your head and the mosquitos feeding off you arms . Before this pipes have to be moved, irrigator reel unwound etc etc etc . Then when you do get it going you have to chase potential diesel thieves away from your irrigation pump with a stick . Every time you hear a strange noise or see a strange car I rush to a vantage point to see if anyone is attempting to filch my diesel again . Irrigation messes with my head , my muscles and my wallet . Putting water on is not fun .

So now it has rained . I spent a glorious morning harvesting courgettes while rain dripped down my back and water ran down my face . No , really I loved it . I remember thinking , this is why I farm , I love being outside , not in the sun but in the rain . SO , I now , once more walk with a spring in my step and sing jolly tunes , the red mist has cleared from my eyes , I can see clearly now the rain has come .

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