Ooo Arr – Whatson´s Choice
It´s all about life on the farm this week, as we celebrate Harvest 2015. Grandad Rumbelow used to tell me about the Harvest Festivals they used to hold at the school where he used to work. He told me how all the children used to bring some kind of fruit or vegetable in and then they would be given to the needy. As time went on, it became more tins and packets, but I used to love the part where some needy people would have at least something to eat.
Grandad Rumbelow also used to tell me about his time working in the school when he used to have really, really long legs and had wooden doors and he spent most of his time in a dark cupboard waiting for the teachers to wheel him out to his waiting audience. He used to say it made him feel like he was on the X-Factor, but I didn´t believe him because the X-Factor isn´t as old as Grandad Rumbelow.
Anyway, I was talking about Harvest. It was on last year so it´s actually the second series and is spread over three days looking at farmers and farming across the UK. Some farmers are having a tough time at the moment, but for me, seeing where the food comes from is amazing really. It makes me feel like Granddad Rumbelow, educating people.
There´s also The Big Fish this week, which is kind of connected, as Ben Fogle shows us anglers facing extreme temperatures, violent storms and raging currents, in a kind of X-Factor for fishing people type show.
Also this week, although totally unrelated to food, fishing or harvest, River is a new crime drama on BBC One. Oh I do like a good crime drama. John River is a respected police officer, struggling to come to terms with the recent loss of a close colleague, River chases a potential suspect across London, with tragic consequences.
Now, this is where it might get confusing because it also stars Nicola Walker, who you might remember from last week is also on ITV in another crime drama on Thursday, Unforgotten.
Anyway, lots to watch this week, but I will leave you with a farming joke. What did the neurotic pig say to the farmer? You take me for grunted. Tatty bye my friends, tatty bye.