The BBC has departed and peace has descended upon our road. On the penultimate day of filming I was on a rest day and my car was still clamped, I needed to pay a cheque in at the bank and to do some supermarket shopping. Nothing for it but to take a bike, which I did and slipped off without them noticing because I’m sick and tired of having a camera in my face. No problem until I came out of the supermarket and the realisation dawned that I’d bought more than I could reasonably fit on the bike. After serveral rearrangements the carrier at the back was piled high and there was nothing for it but to hang two loaves of bread from the handlebars and wobble home.

In the afternoon I needed to get a 25kg bag of layers pellets for my chickens so I asked for the car to be unclamped. What did they do? They gave me a bike with a trailer! My legs are coping fine but my arse is very painful!

These pictures from the final day of filming.

Having written about how much fiilming they’ve done it will be interesting to see how much actually makes it into the programme. I talked to Dom Littlewood about this and he said 1 hours filming usually yielded 1 or 2 minutes of programme content! Maybe you wont even see me.