I like summer and have some exciting plans for the coming months that I'm really looking forward to, but I do feel a pang of sadness when spring draws to an end, knowing that I will see so little of Andy in the coming months, as he works long days, everyday, during harvest.

It's also an exciting time of year, the countryside becomes a hive of activity, there's a hum of machinery in the air and after dark, when the fields are normally cloaked in black, they come alive with the lights of tractors and combines.

Looking out of the window I can see them working all around. I feel immensely proud of Andy, and all farmers, at this time of year. It's the result of many months of hard work. Work that, once harvest is over, immediately starts all over again.

I take every opportunity to join Andy in his tractor cab, but when left to my own devices I like to keep myself busy more than at any other time of year. In stark contrast to the end of spring when I like to keep my evenings and weekends free to make the most of any downtime Andy has.

Spring turned out to be wonderfully sociable this year. As lovely as that was, it can make it harder when harvest gets underway. I wouldn't change a moment of it, I have some lovely memories, but I soon get used to having him around more often. When he's gone I feel it more keenly.