Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples ...

The day began at 5.45am with a reading of Edward Thomas’s poem in Farming Today. Thomas started writing poetry shortly before he became a soldier in the First World War. He wrote Digging on 4th ...