Despite the unseasonal and fickle weather, it’s still my favourite time of year. With the pressure off on calving, slurry and our first cut of silage, there are more hours which can be spent simply enjoying the long days while they last. On good evenings there’s nothing like a wander through the tangle of small lanes around here, and having grown up wandering these back roads, I’ve learned the location of each patch of wild strawberries and froughans.