Milking it


A lot of years ago, when I was probably about seven or eight; I was with my Grandfather, father and others when they were ‘leading’ hay. The trailer was loaded and a small Fergie 135 pulled it out of the gate and into the lane.

Now the gateway itself slopes steeply because the lane is about four feet lower than the field, so as you can imagine, with the old 135 not being the world’s most powerful tractor, even in its day, this was something you took carefully. It was going really well then at this point somebody in a car came hurtling up the lane, screeched to a halt and gestured for the tractor to back out of his way.

This wasn’t going to happen. Even if we’d wanted to do it, it was probably beyond the capabilities of the tractor. So we had an impasse. My grandfather was in charge, and he wasn’t entirely impressed by the car driver. I suspect the lack of good will was entirely mutual because the debate grew heated. I learned a lot of interesting phrases that I was later to try out in conversation at school, with mixed results.

But one part of the exchange has stuck in mind. The car driver, frothing slightly, shouted, “You wait until we nationalise you.” Remember this was the early 1960s, so it was probably still Labour party policy in some diffuse way.

My Grandfather just looked at him. Remember he’d lived through two world wars and arrested German pilots at pitchfork point. Working by himself, he’d once gone into the beck to unblock it to stop flooding, and in pulling stuff out a nail in a fence post had been driven deep into his arm. So he climbed out of the beck, with the fence post still fastened to his arm, and walked a good four hundred yards, climbing over two hedges, to reach a neighbour who would give him a lift to hospital. That’s where they removed the post and nail under proper medical supervision.

So that’s the sort of person who, in his early sixties, is confronted with some overexcited and raving car driver out of town. When the bloke shouted “You wait until we nationalise you,” my grandfather just looked at him and said, “Forty hour week, every weekend off, guaranteed wage, I’m looking forward to it.”

At some point the car driver realised that physics was against his plan and backed away and we carried on working. This was about 7pm and I was the only person who hadn’t been working since 5am, and they probably finished about 10pm because later than that it gets too dark to stack hay inside.


I stopped milking cows in 1999. The milk price, which had got up to 30p a litre, had dropped to 14p a litre. I decided milking cows was a more expensive hobby than Ocean yachting, wetter and with less sex appeal. It was about then I divided my annual profit by the number of hours worked, to discover that in the previous year, I’d worked for nine pence an hour.


Currently Sainsbury’s are offering farmers what is probably one of the best UK milk contracts. It’s done on a ‘cost plus’ basis, with the idea that a farmer who has some economies of scale, who is doing the job properly and to a high standard of animal welfare, will be able to make a living, contribute to a pension and invest in his business.

The Sainsbury’s price is about 31p a litre. A lot of other suppliers are paying between 16p and 23p a litre. So just remember, if you’re buying cheap milk, don’t go lecturing farmers about ‘sustainability’.

Anyway, I was at a meeting a while ago when the speaker, from one of the quangos, said that dairy farmers had to get more efficient. Somebody in the audience then suggested that if the speaker was willing to go back to being paid his 1999 salary, then he could lecture them on efficiency.


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9 thoughts on “Milking it

  1. Mick Canning February 5, 2016 at 1:12 pm Reply

    Don’t get me started on the supermarkets…

    • jwebster2 February 5, 2016 at 3:52 pm Reply

      The recent report on Tesco’s behaviour just confirmed what we already knew 😦

  2. The Story Reading Ape February 5, 2016 at 3:10 pm Reply

    Roll on La Revolution as they might say somewhere Jim 👍
    Interesting info about Sainsbury’s 😎

    • jwebster2 February 5, 2016 at 3:53 pm Reply

      Yes, Sainsbury’s has been one of the good guys, there are a few others, but small players.

      • The Story Reading Ape February 5, 2016 at 4:06 pm

        I’m surprised that the Co-op with their Fair Deal isn’t a big player…

      • jwebster2 February 5, 2016 at 4:42 pm

        Sainsbury’s M&S, Tesco, Co-op and Waitrose all have farmers who supply them direct. Co-op apparently pays the lowest price of this group. But remember that the supermarket will have farmer suppliers on a fair price contract, but all the butter and cheese will be purchased from farmers who don’t have these contracts. Also, for example, Tesco to switch up to 200 million litres of its Tesco aligned milk from Arla to Muller. But it seems that there’s still another 300 million liters being supplied to Tesco by Arla. So of the 500 million litres, Tesco was paying the headline contract price on 2/5ths of them and getting the rest at the cheaper spot market rate

      • The Story Reading Ape February 5, 2016 at 4:53 pm

        Wheeler Dealers…

      • jwebster2 February 5, 2016 at 5:41 pm

        yeap, says it all 😦

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