Our mouth-watering meat worth the fight

As I write this piece, at the beginning of the week, many of my farming neighbours and friends in other regions are involved in the closing stages of the dramatic picket protest outside the country’s embattled meat plants.

Were I a farmer, I would certainly insert myself into my green wellies, don my best padded anorak, and join them.

The weather has been wet and chilly enough to date, so I would have selected a position very close to one of the flaring braziers we have been seeing nightly on the TV coverage and, of course, as always, I would have talked too much to those around me. That, sadly, once again, is the pure truth.