Welcome back to Clarkson's Farm. So that went well ... The spring barley crop failed. Just
like the oil seed rape. And the durum wheat. Then the oats turned the colour of a hearing aid
and the mushrooms went mouldy. Farming sheep pigs and cows was hardly more lucrative. Jeremy
would be better off trying to breed ostriches. But in the face of uncooperative weather the
relentless realities of the agricultural economy bureaucracy a truculent local planning
department and the world's persistent refusal to recognise his ingenuity and genius our hero's
not beaten yet. Not while the farm shop's still doing a roaring trade in candles that smell
like his knacker hammock he isn't. On the face of it the challenges of making a success of
Diddly Squat are enough to have you weeping into your (Hawkstone) beer but misery loves
company and in girlfriend Lisa Farm Manager Kaleb Cheerful Charlie and Gerald his Head of
Security Jeremy knows he's got the best. And it's hard for a chap to feel too gloomy about
things when there's a JCB telehandler a crop-spraying hovercraft and a digger in the barn.
Because as a wise man* once said 'there's no man alive who wouldn't have fun with a digger
...' *Jeremy
