- [Helen] Flat bottom, if you've got it.
(majestic music) (children speaking faintly)
- [Richard] What the hell do you think you are doing?
- Helping.
- No, you're not.
You can't.
- I thought you wanted help with the wall.
- Aye, not with the putting.
Sorting is all you're good for.
- Sorting?
- Big.
- Small.
- Middle'uns.
- Funny-shaped ones.
- You start off sorting, then picking, after three or four years, you get to the putting.
- Aye, then you get to the putting.
- Three or four years?
- Listen, farming's a way of life, it's in us bones.
You've gotta live it to know it.
These two have lived it.
- It's in us bones.
- Is that my voice you was meant to be doing then, you cheeky so and so?
(laughs) - Come on, you've been promoted to picking.
- Oi, I were picking.
- Have you been to the stables to check on Joan and the little 'un?
- That's exactly where I'm off to next.
Good luck, James.
- I think I can manage to pick up a few rocks.
- Stones, they're not rocks.
You're picking up the stones.
- Stones.
- Make sure you give him plenty of-
- Plenty of hay, I know.
(gate squeaking) - Rounded middle'un.
- Right.
Rounded, middle, here we go.
This one looks about right.
- Perfect.
- Are you kidding me?
- Come and see this.
(subdued music) - Come on, Rosie.
- Shall we take the baby to see the pony?
- Come on, Jimmy lad, let's go.
- I saw that, Dad.
- Aye, I've got neighbors to think of.
I'll be a bloody laughing stock.
