Security pitfall in wake of phone call

I recently decided to try to get a little ahead of myself in work, specifically boundary maintenance.

After two years of cropping barley off of a 20-acre boundary field, I had noticed that the road ditch was now not as secure as it had been, because I’d clipped a few stakes with the tractor when ploughing the headlands in the spring.

Armed with all the paraphernalia needed for the job, myself and the man I employ from time to time were well into restoring the security of this portion of my farm one Friday afternoon, when my mobile phone rang. Answering it, I heard the voice of a farming colleague whom I have known for years.