It is extraordinary here at this time of year. We’ve just driven back from Glasgow, arriving just after midnight. There is still plenty of light in the western sky and it is just on the dark side of twilight. I know that it gets light just after 3 am. It’s been wet today but normally it is dry almost all the time. The great field of barley outside our back door is already starting to turn golden. Of course, the polytunnel is everywhere here because of the long tradition of growing soft fruit. So unlike the climate in mid-Ulster where I could never be sure that I would have time to cut the grass when it wasn’t raining – and that it wouldn’t be raining when I had time to cut it.