‘Essentially a rural book, an everyday story, in pictures
and verse of peasant folk – and in particular a fellow called
Sep.’ So Brewis introduced this
collection, an affectionately humorous tribute to hill farmers everywhere.
‘Mother, do I have to be a farmer
when I grow up?’
‘Alright, alright,
you win – we’ll be delighted to extend your overdraft.’
‘Wake up, y’ fool – this
is the third night running you’ve spent mending the damn
combine.’