It’s a dreary, dragged-out and drippy harvest not worth talking about, so we’ll park it for now.In the 1980s, we had two full-time men working on the farm, along with myself. Obviously, it was great for the busy periods – with more tractors then, than we have today – but it was difficult to keep the men gainfully employed in the winter months. But my late father would dream up work for us to do, ranging from concreting in Delvin saleyard, to house painting.