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Although I don't want to rush the next few weeks away. I love seeing the Christmas trees around the village. Yeah, the turning on of the Ambridge Christmas lights always feels like the real start of Christmas to me. Yeah, no, I'm glad I made it down to the green. I was worried I wouldn't know many people, but by the end, Akram had introduced me to half the village, which is both a blessing and a curse. I saw that you'd been collared by Derek Fletcher at one point. Yeah, he was offering to give me a rendition of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer on spoons. His party piece, I hear. Yep. Oh, thankfully, Pat Archer came to the rescue. My dad always called her the formidable woman. Oh, and she still is. Nah, she wanted to know how I was getting on and offered to have a chat with me about farming. Well, I take her up on that. Bridge Farm have had their fair share of challenges over the years, especially being such pioneers in organic farming. But they always find a way to pull through. Come on, girls. That's the lot. All home safe. Great. So how are you getting on with the cows? You look much more comfortable with them than you did. Yeah, I'm slowly getting the hang of it. Even in these dark winter months, there's lots to love. When I smell the straw, it takes me back. Reminds me I'm not really a city girl. Yeah, give me a frosty field at sunrise any day over a high street full of coffee shops. I thought I'd miss that hustle and bustle, but not really. I mean, who needs crowds when you've got cows? I mean, they all have such different personalities. That one there, the last one to go through the gate. You need to watch her. She's likely to kick. You're really getting to know your herd. Thanks. But I have to admit, I feel totally out of my depth when it comes to planning ahead. I'm really worried about the winter fodder and straw bedding. Well, you don't think you'll have enough to get through to spring? No. No. Where near my silage. Clamp was only half full at the start of winter. Yeah, well, you won't be alone. It's been a tough year for us all, Esme. If we had anything to spare, I'd offer it to you in a heartbeat. I wasn't asking for anything from Brookfield. I wouldn't expect that. But if you have any contacts for silage dealers that could be useful, well, your best bet is probably at the market. Oh, yeah, I was talking to a farmer there, actually, who knows of a dealer in Wales who might have some to sell. I'm waiting for him to get back to me with a number. Well, that's sometimes the only way to do it. In farming, Face to face is king. You wouldn't believe the amount of deals done in the Cattle Market Cafe. It's so easy to bury your head in the sand when it comes to problems. I'm sure that's what my dad did. But a simple face to face with Alistair at the vets and he promised he'll do what he can to work out a deal to cover the bills. Same with my accountant and all the debt the farm's in. You do seem to be making real progress. If I'm gonna get a hand on this place, I can't ignore how bad things are, as tempting as that is. Yeah, I don't mind being busy, both with my other work and the farm, but I don't like having problems that feel unsolvable. The silage? Yeah, well, that among many. But despite all the stress, I am starting to feel at home here again. You know, close to my dad. Well, that's good to hear. I think he'd be pleased. Though I'm not sure he'd approve of me giving names to the cows. Oh, yeah. Our little kicker is Donner and her partner in crime, Blitzen. Yeah, great names for December, but they might not age well. Ah, the cows won't care in the spring when I change their names to Daisy and Buttercup. You really didn't have to bring me anything. I was happy to help out. Oh, it's just A bit of bacon, homemade biscuits, sausage rolls and some cider. Well, that's lovely of you. And since I really can't be bothered to put on a roast this evening, these sausage rolls will be very welcome. Do you know, I honestly don't think I'd have got through all that plucking without you, Pat. Not only the amount of birds you did, but the company. Yeah, and I hope we can repay the favour sometime. Look, the best advice I ever got as a young farmer was to be on good terms with your farming community. It's a hard life. It's why we need each other as a community. We've certainly had our fair share of challenges this year. Oh, don't get me started. The sewage and the lack of rain. No, veggies are right down. Oh, help yourself to milk and sugar. Oh, thanks. The way I see it, it's almost time to put 2025 behind us. Time to look forward. Amen to that. I always like it when it's time for Edward to bring the Texels into the turkey. There's something about lambing that feels hopeful. Well, new year, new start. How's George getting on? Oh, not bad since Amber's been away. Spent a lot of time at Grange Farm. Yeah, taking a new interest in that old dog of his, too. Holly. He was out walking her early this morning, despite the rain. You know, I'd almost forgotten that she was George's dog. If he's not careful, he'll put Kira's nose out a joint. Well, if it's getting him out walking, it sounds as if Holly is good for him. Our George certainly needs summat to give him some purpose. Biscuit, Pat? Oh, no, no, thanks, but do help yourselves. Don't mind if I do. Petty. They're not for you. There's plenty. And to be honest, I don't have much of an appetite at the moment. Plucking turkeys will do that to you. It's never affected your appetite one jot in all the years I've known you. I think you should start with these. The Starfire cracker bursts absolute bargain at a thousand pounds a pop. Oh, wonderful. Put us down for a dozen. The Bull and the Parish council have unlimited funds, right? Oh, yeah, yeah. They'll pay whatever it takes to rival London's New Year firework extravaganza. I wish. In reality, I bet the budget will just about stretch to three sparklers and a Catherine wheel. Shula is saying she's got lots of ideas for games to play on Christmas afternoon. I'm looking Forward to it. Josh cheating, Gran snoring, Pip trying to stop Rosie and Cleo knocking over everyone's wine. Oh, surely Stella won't bring Cleo? No. Really though, it's gonna be great. Hi, Esme. Hi, David. I hope I'm not disturbing you. No, not at all. I'm in the pub with Ben. Oh, nice for some. What can I do for you? I thought you'd be impressed to hear that I've got the name and number for that silage dealer. My fellow at the market came through. Oh, that's great. I just have to give him an answer by Wednesday. What's your gut instinct? To go for it. I mean, I know it's not going to be cheap and there's also the cost of transporting it to factor in. You know, I wonder if Josh might be the answer to your cash flow problems. Good luck. Okay, now I'm intrigued. Give me a few minutes and I'll get back to you. Alright, thanks, David. Bye. Bye. How exactly is Josh going to solve Meadow Farm's financial crisis? Esme has got a load of old machinery in the big barn. Josh pointed it out to me. I'm thinking he could help flog some of it, make some quick cash to put towards their silage. Yeah, he does still get excited by a furrow plough. I'm not sure you'll get him out of the house this afternoon. When I called round earlier, him and Paul had both brought their duvets downstairs and they were watching some old black and white film. Josh claims he's still feeling weak, but he looked more like a hangover to me. Okay, well, maybe you and me could pop up to Meadow Farm and take a look. Yeah, I'm up for that. We could take some pictures for Josh of anything interesting. Yeah, he might just find the strength to flick through a few photos. Where's Tony this afternoon? He's not still sprout picking, is he? Oh, no, no. Tom finished that yesterday. Tony's locked away in his workshop with his Fordson. Ah, getting ready for the Christmas Eve tractor run. What's he got planned? I haven't got the faintest. I think it's a good idea to keep the big reveal for the day itself. Oh, imagine, eh? All the little kiddies looking up at the twinkling lights on the tractors and singing along to Christmas songs. Eddie, you're a big old kid. You are as excited about Christmas as Poppy and Martha. Oh, it's going to be so different with George home. I'm not wrong about that. Last year was almost Unbearable Christmas without a loved one. So incredibly hard. So much pressure to perform, to act as if everything's all right. I'm not the expert, but I can't see the machinery in here making you the cash you need. Ah, well, I thought it was a bit of a long shot. I've got other options, but they all involve high interest rates and I'm trying to avoid slipping down that slope any further than I have to. I still think it's worth taking some photos anyway. All right. So, did you hear any more from the silage dealer? It's really frustrating. He hasn't answered any of my calls and yet he wants an answer by Wednesday. And I don't just need to give him an answer. I need to haggle for a rock bottom deal and shake on it. At this stage, I'm thinking of getting in my car and pulling up outside his house. Good idea. Where's he based? South Wales. South Wales. No, I know, but it might turn out to be the best use of my time. I thought you were going to say Felpersham. I'm aware it's not exactly a sensible idea, but I don't know, this chance slip through my fingers. I'm sure Mum or Pip would cover your milking. Ruth already offered. Yeah, but it'd be some driver's me. Is there anyone who could go with you? I bet Josh would. His girlfriend's on tour and she's got a gig in Cardiff. He'd jump at the chance to see her. I was planning to do the whole trip in a day. I don't think I can face hanging around for a gig. Honestly, if he could meet her for, like, the hot chocolate, my brother would be happy. You make him sound like a puppy. I thought things were have cooled off between them. He changed the subject last time I mentioned it. You know Josh. I can't keep up with him and Nina. On, off, on. But if we can coax him out from under his duvet. Look, I'll see if he's free. That's the roasting tin scrubbed. Anything else? Yes. You can make me a nice cup of tea while I put my feet up. Oh, sounds like a good deal to me. Those lamb chops were cooked just perfect. Do you think Pat's okay? Yeah, Why? I just thought she did seem her usual self. Aw, it's this time of year. Everyone's ready for a rest, a break, a bit of fun. That might be it. I can't wait to get those turkeys gutted and dressed on Thursday. Then I'll really be able to get into the Christmas spirit. You're already giddy with excitement. If I can take orders for the last lot at the Christmas market this week, then I'll really be ready all set for a good old fashioned Grundy Christmas. You reckon you'll shift em? I will if you whip me up a turkey costume. No, it is. Oh, come on. It's what I need to grab the punter's attention. Get them to me stores. You must be joking if you think I'm gonna whip up a turkey costume before Wednesday. I barely have time to make mince pies before Christmas. At this rate, I'm working overtime tomorrow and Tuesday. Well, what about now? I mean, you're so good, you'll have it made before bedtime. No, tonight I'm planning to fall asleep in front of the telly. All right, then. Where's your sewing machine? I'll make one myself. The hands off. You want a turkey costume, you'll have to super glue it together yourself. Or do without. I can't believe today's the day. Which shall we look at first, Christopher? The flat or the shop? Let's start downstairs with the shop. I'm tempted to peer through the window, but I don't want to spoil the moment of the big reveal. Well, let's do it then. Do you have the keys? Yeah, in my bag. Oh, here they are. Oh, my hands are shaking. No wonder. It's a big deal. It is, isn't it? It's been such a long wait. So many ups and downs along the way. Right, you're ready. Mom, it looks like it might throw it down any minute. Yeah, all right, I'm ready here. Oh. Well, what do you think, Mum? I don't know what to say. I can't believe it. The colours, the shelving, the light. Oh, it's fantastic. It's perfect. Oh, come here, Mum. You deserve this. Me and all the volunteers. Oh, I can't wait for everyone to see it. You're happy then? Oh, I'm delirious. The sage green shells against the cream walls. Oh, Christopher. The place looks so fresh. But also cosy and welcoming, the way a village shop should be. You can have customers coming in just to hang out. Well, if I have the choice of doing my shopping here or at Underwoods Local. Oh, they're bright strip lights and impersonal displays. No competition. And wait till we get the stock back in here. Even tins of beans will look classy on these shelves. We're gonna have a few village shop to be Proud of a destination shopping experience for discerning country folk. Oh, maybe I should order in some more high end items. Don't forget your roots, Mum. Where you came from. Most people need the Village Shop for a loaf of bread and a packet of biscuits. They're not looking for caviar. Oh, I know, I know. I'm just excited. And I do think we can do both. Be convenient and stop more local artisan product produce. Oh, I can't wait to open the doors for everyone. Full steam ahead for the grand reopening party then. It is. I reckon we could be ready by Thursday. With the shop fully open by Friday? You sure? That's only three days to stock the shelves and get everything organized for the party. Not worried about that. Once the volunteers see how wonderful it's going to be, they'll all be eager to get involved. I can help put out the marquee on the green. It's nice of Justin to sponsor that. Yeah, yeah, he came through for us. Now, I need to make a list of drinks and nibbles. Do you mind if I leave you to it? I'm keen to go up and see the flat before I head off for work. Oh, no, of course. Sorry, love, getting carried away. Let's go and see what Magic Hazel's Builders have worked up there. Oh, look here, Jazzer. Photos of the shop from Susan. Looks very swish. Hi. I've done a good job right enough. I'm going to be complaining it's dark and density anymore. Only me. Brad. Let me in. Come in, big man. Get yourself dry. Morning, Jazzer. Tracy. Morning, Eddie. Oh, I think it's set in for the day. You want a piece of drepnone toast? Otherwise known as a heart attack for breakfast? There's plenty gone. Oh, wouldn't say no. Have a seat and stick your coat on the radio. Later I'll get you some tea. The turkeys are plucked. Plucked and hung, in fact. That's why I'm here. No, before you ask, I am not around to help you gut them. I wasn't gonna ask. George is helping out with that. What I wanted to say was that you're still just about in time to put in your order. I know how everyone gets this time of year. Things are easily missed. Do you mean for a turkey? We're not putting in an order. I wish we could, but even with the family discount, we can't stretch to it, Eddie. We'll have to settle for a supermarket frozen Turkey Crown this year. Turkey Crown? At least we're not eating Turkey Twizzlers. Yeah, but what about the leg meter? Bones for stock. I know it's not ideal. I'll miss the excitement of putting a whole bird in the oven early on Christmas morning. Follow my secret recipe. Stopping. But we have to compromise on some things. I refuse to get into debt over one day of the year. How's your toast? Oh, just what the doctor ordered. I don't think so. Right, I'm away to get my waterproof son. It's going to be a long day in this rain. Can't he wait for my lion on Wednesday? I can't believe it. Did Hazel actually say the flat was finished? What she actually said was the builders had left. Oh, left it in a mess. It's not just a mess though, is it? Not just a case of cleaning up. Look, look. Look at that. Light fitting, wires hanging out the wall. And the tiles. No grout. Oh, no water either. This is ridiculous. Does she expect me to move back in here? They've obviously gutted the place. And not much more. It does look like they've made a start on the replastering. Great. No water, dodgy electrics and half done walls. Should make for a cosy Christmas. Christopher, there's no use getting shirty with me. I know. Sorry, I just. I don't know what I'm gonna do. There's no way I can move back in here. Well, we'll have to get onto eyes. We'll see what she has to say. Yeah, I'll ring her now. Maybe there was some misunderstanding with the builders. They've just abandoned it. Look, there's dust sheets, unwashed coffee cups. I can't understand it. Not after they've done such a beautiful job downstairs. Even if they come back, I'm not sure the flat will be ready for Christmas. She's not answering. They'll never clear this mess up in 10 days. Oh, I'm so sorry, love. And I've already invited Carly over to stay on Christmas Eve. Her kids are away with her ex and Alice has got Martha. I thought we could enjoy a calm, grown up breakfast together. And then Martha was going to come round Christmas afternoon. Could Carly not stay with you at Fallon's? Not really. I was supposed to be moving out tomorrow. But I'm sure Fallon will be happy to let you stay a bit longer. Especially when she sees the state of this place. Maybe until next week. But Harrison's back for Christmas. They're going to want the house to themselves. Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, I. I understand. She's been so good to you and Martha already? But there's always a place for you both at Umbridge View. You know that, don't you? Any extra time we get with Martha over Christmas will be an absolute blessing. Thanks. Oh, sorry, Mum, it's Carly. She's probably ringing to hear all about the flat. I said I'd send photos. No. Okay, look, I'll be downstairs, all right? Hi, Carly. So Kenton has dug out the old Easter bunny suit for me to use as a base. The one Kathy wore? Oh, no, no. That one is way too posh to start mucking about with. This is the one Rush wore the Easter before the pandemic. And you're gonna do what? Stick turkey feathers to it? Spot on. Oh, I can give you one of Dad's old yellowy brown socks for the bake if you want. You may laugh, but that's not a bad idea. Didn't Mia go through a phase of wearing bright coloured tights? You know, red for the wattle. I was thinking of one of Clary's pink rubber gloves. Won't that give up harder vibes? Not if stuck under a Turkish chin. A turkey that started life as a rabbit. Now, thinking about it, it might be tough to wear the turkey suit at the same time as taking turkey orders as well as flogging all me ollie and mistletoe. What I need is an assistant to move through the crowd drumming up business. Nope, I'm not free. Wednesday is Christmas shopping day for me. I've been looking forward to forward to it for weeks. I've got my lists and I'm planning to spend the whole day doing it at my own pace. The only reason I'll be at the Christmas market is to get a well deserved mug of mold wine. What if I was to say I'd give you a grundy turkey for the price of a turkey Crown? Small one, mind. A big one. Medium. Done. You can have Jazzer love me. For what? You're helping me at the Bochester Christmas market on Wednesday day in exchange for a lovely Grundy turkey. No way. My day. I've so planned it. Lying fry up, watching daytime telly with my feet up. It's either you helping Eddie or taking on all the Christmas shopping while I do it. Up to you. What time do you need me, Eddie? Cracker Dawn. Thanks a bunch, Tracy. Nice to know my place. Husband for hire. You'll thank me on Christmas night when we've turkey left over for your delicious leg mate. Sorry. Is everything all right, Christopher? Oh, I don't know. Hazel finally phoned. Me back. She's furious. What, that the builders left the flat unfinished? Yeah, she was under the impression it was all done. She's trying to get in touch with him now. Maybe she'll be able to persuade him to come back. I'm not holding my breath. It was obvious she'd had a fallen out with them. Oh, so you think they just decided to abandon ship? Yeah, maybe A dispute about pay, she said. Why doesn't it surprise me that Hazel Woolley has upset someone and left me without a home? Could she get someone else to finish it? I suppose she'll have to eventually. But from the sound of it, she was gearing up for a big battle with them. And when I said the place was uninhabitable, she had the cheek to moan that she'd be out of pocket missing out on my rent. Oh, can I phone you back, Mum? Carly's gonna be here soon for some lunch and I want to make myself pretty presentable. Oh, yes, yes, of course. I'm popping out in a few minutes to the ball, then I'll be in the shop all afternoon. All right. Well, good luck with that. Tracy, would it be okay if I leave these flies on the bar for the village shop party? Remember to keep Thursday free. Of course. Joy says that it's looking fabulous. She can't wait to get back after a lunchtime shift here. She's a bundle of exciting, excited nerves. Between the shop reopening and plans for the tractor parade, I've never seen the volunteers so eager to stock shelves before. But what happened with Chris's flat? Fallon said it's not ready to move into. Oh, it's dreadful. Nowhere near ready. Feel so sorry for him. He's gutted he won't be able to spend Christmas there. But surely spending Christmas at yours won't be too bad. Well, I hatch actually think things must be getting serious with Carla. That's why he's so disappointed about it. He was planning to have Christmas with her in his own place. Can't she come to yours too? I hadn't thought of that. I do really like her. And Neil gets on with her too. Mom. Oh, what is it, love? Can we go somewhere? Can I talk to you? Oh, of course. What's happened? Go upstairs if you fancy. It's empty. I'll put these flyers out. No bother. What's happened? Did you speak to Hazel again? No, it's Coralie. Is she very upset about your Christmas plans, Mum? Because, Well, I need to speak to your dad first to check he's okay. With it, But Tracy gave me an idea. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Mum, Carly can come and spend Christmas with us at Hambridge View. Mum, she broke up with me. What? I don't even know if that's what it's called. When we weren't officially going out. But you were dating. Yeah, and I liked her. I thought she liked me. Oh, Christopher. Did she give you a raisin? Her ex invited her to come on holiday with him and the kids. Ah. They're getting back together? Maybe. Not exactly. I don't know. She said they were going to try couples counselling again. I suppose whatever's going on with them, me being in the picture complicates things. But I thought they'd been separated for ages. Me too, but when you have kids, it's. Oh, I'm sorry, love. I'm okay. I just wasn't expecting this. And then the disaster of the flat, too. Well, I'm glad you're gonna be having Christmas with us. We can really look after you. Spoil you. Mum, I'm 37. Never too old for a bit of TLC from your mum and dad. Remember to include the recipe card for the Borsicher Blue Wellington. Dad, I know I have done. Well, you've missed this box. Have you checked behind the parsnips? Yep. Sorry, it's here. What did I say? Yeah, and I'm trying to get the best range of colors on show, so can you make sure the sprouts, carrots and beetroots are all at the top? Yes, sir. I'm just saying, people are going to post with our hashtag. I want the boxes to be looking their Christmassy best. I'll start on the shallots. Do you have a grid reference for their position in the box? No, anywhere is fine. Did you try on your elf costume yet? I didn't. And actually, I've got some bad news about that. Oh? I was talking to Natasha this morning and we're going to have to leave for Wales before the tractor run. So. What are you saying? You can't drive the Fordson. Sorry, when were you planning on telling me? I'm telling you now. I should have realized we couldn't set off late on Christmas Eve with the girls. In fact, we're actually leaving for her mum and dad's first thing on Christmas Eve. Morning. Hi, you two. How you getting on? Yeah, nearly done. Is that the fresh dairy stuff? It is. Our festive range of yogurts. And some more borsiture Blue Susan's. Getting on brilliantly. Packing up the Christmas cheese boxes. They look gorgeous with their new labels. Great. Dad. You okay? Fine. So, Susan's been telling me all about the builders, the wonderful job they did on the shop and the disaster of Chris's flat. Oh, yeah. And she says that Chris and Carly aren't a thing anymore. Well, they weren't that serious anyway, were they? I was. Still, I don't think he was expecting her to break it off like that. Right, that's the last of the shallots. I'm going to check whether my varnish is dry. You might not be invested in the tractor run, Tom, but I am. See you later. Yeah, see you, dad. What was that about? He's annoyed that I can't drive the tractor on Christmas Eve. But what it was really about, I haven't a clue. It's hard to tell who's in the worst mood this week, Mum or Dad. Hi. It's Esme, isn't it? It is. I'm Joy, from the village shop. The one in the church. I've served you a few times. Yes. Yeah, I knew I recognized you from somewhere. Where you heading? Bridge Farm. Oh, me and all. Well, the workshop. Anyway, I'm going to check up on how Tony Archer's getting on with his tractor. We're having a Christmas Eve tractor run and I'm looking to forward. Forward to it. And what are you up to today? Morning. Coffee at the tea room? No, no, no. I'm meeting Pat Archer. She's agreed to show me around the farm and share a bit of farming advice. It's a good idea to make myself known locally, I reckon. Great idea. Bit of networking, I suppose. That's what you call it, though. That always makes me think of office blocks and suits. Well, the Bridge Farm Archers are a lovely family. Great farmers. So you're talking to the right people. Tony, Pat, Tom and Helen. They had another son, John, but he sadly died. Awful. It was a long time ago now, but I don't think you ever really get over something like that. I did say sorry. Did you? Yes. And you knew Natasha and I were going to Bettis for Christmas. You must have realized that me driving the tractor on Christmas Eve wasn't all that likely. I must have realised, Tom, it wasn't Dad's responsibility to be on top of your Christmas cars. I know. I'm not saying that. That's exactly what you're saying. Look, it's news to me that Natasha was planning to leave so early. Until this morning when she went over the plans For Christmas. I assumed we'd set off straight after the tractor run. So now it's Natasha's fault. What are you talking about, Tom? Of course you knew you'd have to be there early. That's not fair. I've been so busy. You know I have. So when Natasha said Christmas Day in Wales, I thought it meant just that. That's ridiculous. Natasha's busy too. And yet she managed to work out. You couldn't just magic yourself to North Wales. Maybe you thought you'd get a lift on Father Christmas's sleigh. Ha ha. What I imagined is that we'd leave straight after the tractor run. Drive through the night. Tom, you're thinking like a single man. You must drive Natasha mad. Morning, Helen. Tom. Sounds like a pleasant tea break. Tom has just announced that he can't drive the Fortson on Christmas Eve. Of course he can't here, but Natasha's parents house. I imagine you're setting off at crack of dawn, aren't you? Exactly. Which leaves us stranded. I'll do it. Oh, great idea. I'm not sure why. I wasn't your first choice all along. Well, look, I'll see you later. I'm going to give Esme Mulligan a tour of the farm. And then there's the tree to decorate. You won't be here for that, Tom. Yes, but I will. The boys love decorating your tree. I could bring them round before the parade. Oh, I don't know. Maybe we won't bother with it at all this year. And you can see the fruit bushes behind them. There's the apple and plum trees. Laird planting it mimics permaculture. Sustainable and self sufficient. Wow. It's great to get these insights into how another farm works. I walked up the lane with Joy Horville. Oh, right. Yeah. She was telling me that your daughter supplies Christmas hampers with her cheese. That's right. How's that going? Well, she had a huge setback this year, I imagine. You. You know about the sewage? Ah, yes, I heard about that. Sounds horrendous. It was completely devastating. But you were a bit of a hero, I gather. Taking the protest to the water company. Needs must. Well, we are sort of back on track now. That's farming life peaks and troughs, seasons changing. Yes, there's rhythms of the year. I mean, I've only been back on Dad's farm for a couple of months and seeing autumn turn to winter has been wonderful. Yeah. Pat, are you all right? I'm sorry, Esme. Could we finish the tour Another day. Of course. Sorry. My mind's on other things. Maybe you could come back tomorrow? I'd love to, but tomorrow I'm driving to South Wales to talk to a silage dealer. Driving to Wales? Yes, that's how desperate I am. No, those pesky changing seasons. I just don't have anywhere near enough silage to see me through. And that's not something that's going to go away if I ignore it. Well, that certainly shows an impressive resolve. Thanks for your time today, Pat. Maybe I can come back in the new year and things are less frantic for everyone. Look, I haven't. I haven't shown you the Monty's yet. No, but I thought. Come on, follow me. I used to laugh at these seasonal coffees. Thought they were ridiculous. Especially at this price. Oh, me and all. And now we're both drinking Santa Sleigh Rides coffee. Chocolate and cinnamon whipped cream with gold sprinkles and it's delicious. I imagine your tractor is going to be even more impressively festive than your coffee. A change of plan. Pat's driving now instead of Tom. Excellent. Oh, not that Tom wouldn't have done a good job and all, but there's something about you and Pat being the bridge farm team that really fits with what we're after. Which is not just sparkly lights, but joy and resilience in the face of difficult times. And I know this is a particularly difficult time. Yes, I think you two are an inspiration to us all. From choosing to farm organically, to Pat's protests at Borsetshire Water, to the way you've thrown yourself into the preparations for this run. You lead our community. Well, thank you. Now, the reason I came up to see Year was to offer me help. I know it's a busy time of year for you, so I'm happy to pick up a paintbrush or sand something down. Well, I appreciate that, Joy, but I just want to press on by myself. That's understandable. No problem. Hannah. Still being just as secretive. I just hope you're both ready in time with all these ambitious plans. You must be looking forward to Christmas Day when all this stress is behind you. Oh, I don't mind. All the organizing keeps me busy. In a good way. Yeah, I know what you mean. I. Well, our Rochelle is spending Christmas Day with the kids at their dad's, so it's just me and Mick for Christmas dinner. And I've got a huge turkey on order. Eddie persuaded me it would be a great idea to invite a load of friends for Christmas, but What with the tractor run, the bull, the village shop. Time's run away with me. Folk will be lucky to get a Christmas card from us. Well, I'm not sure what we'll get up to. We won't have Tom's girls around this year. And Henry and Jack are getting that bit old to be excited by them. The magic of it all. It's never quite the same once they're not little, is it? I remember one Christmas with Rochelle when everything was lovely. The perfect age. She was probably about four or five. And I'd made a whole wardrobe of clothes for our dog. Beautiful outfits, even if I do say so myself. I once made John a fort. I locked myself away every evening for weeks to get it finished in time. Much like you're doing with the tractor. I'm hardly locking myself away. Did Pat say that? I love a barn full of cows. Well, that's certainly a good start. Now with all the brick walls I seem to be butting up against. Getting to know the farm and the fields. The animals again has definitely been the good part. So what's the biggest challenge facing you? There's the silage, obviously. Anything else? I can't ignore the fact I'm chronically short of winter bedding. If you know of anyone who might be able to help out, I'd be very grateful. Well, ask around. Thank you. And how sustainable is the farm as a business? Or is it? Too early to know. I've worked out. I can afford to pay myself about a pound an hour. I'm having to run the farm at the same time as keeping up with my other work. I'm freelance, so it comes and goes, but it's what's paying the bills. I'm not sure how realistic it is. Juggling that and the farm. Not sustainable long term would be my guess. I honestly don't know how my dad survived. 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Look, I'm the turkey farmer. I have to be the one taking orders behind the stall while you walk round drumming up interest. The other way round makes no sense. Do you want a turkey for Christmas or not? All right, I'll wear it. But I'll need regular breaks and a pint at the end of the day. John. Ian, let me help you into it. There. Give me that. Stick your leg through there. Watch it. You're gonna jab me with that safety pin. My mistake. Right, let me just close that for you. Can you get your arm through this elastic? Mind the feathers. These glued on. There's an awful weird smell. Eddie, what kind of glue did you use? A homemade concoction. Now, once I've adjusted the wattle and done up the zip there. A prize turkey if ever I saw one. Prize fool my lake. Oh, I love you, even if you look like this every day of the year. What did he say to you? Just sent a text saying he's still not feeling great and he can't go with Esme. And can you still sort the hens today? Did he say what's wrong? Is it still a vat? Could be. But I suspect it's more likely to be the result of goodbye drinks with Lily. She's off today. I think they left for the airport. Already? Elizabeth said it'd be an early start. Oh, what I wouldn't give to be 26 and traveling across Australia for a whole month. Does Esme know she's getting the company of a different brother? I messaged her and she sent me a thumbs up, so. Well, it's nice of you to go, Ben, to share the driving. I'm actually quite excited. I mean, what else would I have done with my day off? Relaxed, not driven to Wales and back in a day. I do love a good road trip, though. Well, I hope you have fun and that Esme gets what she needs. I wonder if Nina's disappointed not to be meeting up with Josh. Oh, here she is. Morning, David. Hi, Ben. Morning. Hiya. Sorry my brother's so flaky. Well, I do, of course. See you. Dad. Yeah? Would you let Ruth know that the morning milking's done and I've left them all happy in the barn? Will do. Take care. Order your turkey here and raised in Hamburg. Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble. And a free bunch of mistletoe with every order. Gobble, gobble. Do you really think this is working? Maybe you have to do more than just gobble Talking turkey be even worse. People are already avoiding me. I can see them scuttling away from you under my beak. A beak which Looks suspiciously like one of your socks. Highly modified. I soaked it in starch to stiffen it and mustard powder to give it an authentic yellow shade. No, no. Oh, I'm done. Ah, Jazza, don't be too hasty. Look, here's your support team, Tracy and David. Oh, Jazza. Hey, what's with the demon rabbit costume? Are those giblets coming out your head? Oh, no. He's a Grundy farm turkey. Oh, I'm sorry. No, but seriously, it is a terrifying sight. What is this? The annual Umbrage Laugh at Jazz It Out. And we just thought we'd head over to give you some moral support. Well, if this is your idea of moral support, you can stick the giblets where the sun doesna shine. Is the suit working? Have you made many sales? Surprisingly few, to be honest with you, because people are giving us a wide berth. It's still early. Give it time. I'm not gaining it another second. Oh, you might be right. Maybe we're better off ditching the costume. Finally. Can you have you under the zip, Tracy? I think you're better off relying on Jazza's natural charm. The challenge is for the two of you to sell a turkey to a bunch of jaded Christmas shoppers. Yeah, no problem. Trust us. We got attack yet. Isn't it Christmas? The cafe should be the next right. Oh, God, I'm starving. Definitely time for a breakfast stop. Yeah, and we're making progress. Pretty good time. Yeah. Do you want dropping off in the town? I assume you don't want to come with me to negotiate silage prices? If that's okay. Unless you need me as backup. No, I've got to do these things myself if I'm gonna get my poor old cows through the winter. He finally text me last night, so he definitely knows I'm coming. Now I just have to get a killer deal. You will. You will. You'll be great. I wish I had your confidence, though. Pat Archer called me a farmer yesterday. And instead of putting her straight, I found I quite liked the feel of the name Farmer Esme. So what's the deal with Josh and Nina? They don't see each other much. Try hardly ever. I mean, this would have been the first time in ages. I'm really surprised he didn't come. He's always talking about her, but she is permanently on tour, and he permanently has chickens to look after. Oh, up there. A sign for Brenda's cafe. Is that a breakfast stop? Yeah, yeah, that's the one. Proper greasy spoon, according to the reviews. I'M gonna have a full English. What about you? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Full works every time. Tracy, over here. You two look a bit jollier than when I last saw you. Natural charm. You're looking at it. We've sold all but one of the turkeys, and that's the one Eddie's reserved for us. Brilliant. Great work. What about David Archer? Did you. You flog one to him? Indeed we did. He put up a good fight, but admitted defeat in the end. I thought the Brookfield Archers were at Lower Locksley for Christmas. Yeah, he tried to say they don't need a turkey because they've got Brookfield beef, but he still ordered one. It was Jazz's description of a sandwich that sold it to him. Just two thick slices from a good white crusty loaf spread with salty butter and generous slices of roast turkey. Perfection. You're making me hungry. Is my husband free to go yet? Eddie, I think my demon turkey bunny deserves a mince pie and a cupper at the Market Cafe. Hey. How'd you get on? Not bad. What about you? Yeah, I've had a lovely afternoon. Found an independent record shop, got myself some vinyl. Had a long walk and a steak pie in a pub. Sounds like the perfect day off. Apart from the hours of driving. So, come on, tell me, how was Mr. Silage? Well, I negotiated a deal, held my own, and the silage will be delivered to Meadow Farm. Well done. That's great. Well, it's one crisis averted for now, but it still needs paying for. And I haven't sorted my lack of store bedding, but I'm giving myself permission to enjoy the wind for today. Yeah. Yeah, you should. He pretty much said he was letting me have it at this price because I'd driven all the way from the Midlands to seal the deal. You thought I was joking about driving this far? I bet it was from Josh. He must have finally emerged from his hangover bed. Oh. Is everything okay? Not really. Oh, poor Josh. Now I feel bad for slagging him off. What's wrong? Nina texted him last night and told him not to come. What? Why? He says she dumped him by text. That's cold. Better than letting him drive all the way to South Wales to hear the news, I guess. I suppose. Did he like her? A lot? More than she liked him, if you ask me. But this trip, from what he said to me on Sunday night, this was supposed to be about working out, how to see each other more, be more committed. Now I think I can see why he wasn't so keen to Come today. It does sound like Nino wasn't with the program. Do you think it's too soon for me to send him a text along the lines of there's plenty more fish in the sea? Way too soon. Let the poor man mope for a bit. Josh again. And the self pitying begins. Basically, he's not surprised she broke up with him because she's talented and cool and touring with her band and he's just boring chicken boy. Tell him that being a boring chicken boy is way more cool than being a wannabe rock star. I think you might be alone in thinking that. Oh, there's more. He's decided he needs a farm of his own instead of living off morsels from Pip's farm. What does he mean, Pip's farm? That's a joke. Kind of. He thinks Pip is pretty much nailed on as chief inheritor. Wow. And now he's talking about going for Meadow Farm so he can impress the girls. Be a real farmer. Meadow Farm? Are you serious? Well, he hasn't said anything to you? No. I doubt he's seriously considering it. Then he's probably just thinking out loud. He wouldn't get it anyway. It's a generational tendency. If I want it, by rights, it is mine. Look, I shouldn't have said anything. I just find it odd that he didn't think it worth mentioning to me. I'll ring him tomorrow and put him straight. There's probably no need. Like you say, the chances are slim. He must know that. The thing is, I think I might want it. I might want to stay on. Really? That's. That's great. And I'm not gonna feel guilty about going for the tenancy of the land my dad farms. No, of course. That's a huge deal. That's. That's exciting. Maybe I'm just completely losing my mind. Bye, Esme. See ya. Tell Ruth I'll ring her in the morning. Thanks again, Ben. Will do. See you, Esme. So, how was the trip? Yeah, great. Esme's really easy to talk to. And she was so pleased with her deal. Not bad. Did you hear about Josh? Huh? Nina finished with him last night. By text? No. That explains why he didn't message me all day, despite my many hen related questions. Wallowing in misery. Well, you have to allow the poor man a bit of that. But you'll have to be up for the hens in the morning. Morning. Today is the extent of my compassion. Good old fashioned Victorian parenting. Joking that about the limits to my compassion. Anyway. But the hens already can't be taking on Josh's Christmas deliveries on top of everything else. He'll have to keep his heartbreak for the evenings. Maybe I can cook him some dinner tomorrow. At least keep him company. I don't envy him. I bet you don't even remember what heartbreak feels like. You've been married to mum for a 37 years. But no, I do still remember. I was devastated when Sophie and me split up. Yeah. Thought the world had ended. But if we'd stayed together, I would never have met your mother. So maybe Nina is Josh's Sophie and the love of his life is just around the corner. Oh, I just can't wait for the shop to open tomorrow and for us to be back to normal. Better than normal. Oh, honestly, Joy didn't want to go home last night. I could have slept here in the stock room. In the end, Neil turned up and only persuaded me to stop stocking shells with the promise of a meal at the ball. There, that's all the wine glasses set out. And shall I load a tray with glasses for juice and all? Oh, please. Oh, we've got a wonderful community space. I just hope plenty of our customers turn up tonight to celebrate the reopening. Oh, I think they will. Most people I've spoken to have said they're coming. That's why I'm thrilled. Justin's marquee has worked out so well. It looks magical. Ed and Emma made a great job of stringing the fairy lights. Yeah, I was surprised he a greatest sponsor. Oh, that Justin's an enigma. A year ago, if you told me you'd be the champion of rewilding bringing beavers back to Ambridge, I would have said you were having a laugh. I wonder what brought it all on. Hi, Chris. Oh, hi, Martin. If you're looking for dad, he's putting some signs up on the other side of the green. No, no, I was actually hoping to have a chat with you. Oh, yeah? Yeah, your dad told me about your heartbreak. Did he say that? That I was heartbroken? Well, not in so many words. He was actually very discreet. But I gather the young lady you were courting had a change of heart. Having been through two breakups myself this year, I thought you might appreciate a chat for someone who understands. That's a very kind thought, but I've actually just offered to give Mum a hand with the drinks. Oh, then let me lend a hand too. 12 red and 12 white. Do you think that's enough? Oh, yeah. I mean, people aren't coming to get drunk just to raise A glass? Yeah. And there's always the bull if they want to carry on the celebrations. Hello. Who's that? Come to help? Oh, in here. Shall we? Crack open some of these biscuits and all. You know what a biscuit fiend Jim is. Chris has the glasses laid out. Told me to come for the bottles. Oh, well, okay. Thank you, Martin. It's just me and Ed. I've got the cake. We're in the back. Oh, the shop's looking. Looking wonderful. Almost unrecognizable. Oh, you mean bright, clean and welcoming instead of dull, dark and grubby. Oh, no, I didn't mean that. Ignore her. She's pulling your leg. Oh, it's all going on back here, isn't it? Where should I put the cake? Oh, here, I'll take it and put it somewhere safe. Can I take a peek? Yeah, go ahead. Yeah. It's amazing. Oh, Emma, it's perfect. Don't you look at it, Mum. Why? I want it to. To be a surprise for after you speak. But I'm not giving a speech. Oh, yes, you are. You have to. I agree. Right, can I start taking things out? These cases? Oh, yeah, that would be very helpful. I'll grab the red, you take the white. Martin. I can manage both if I get the balance right. Oh, all right. Ed, can you get the door for Martin? Yeah, yeah, sure. Emma, been meaning to ask you, do you think Chris is out there? Okay because he's hanging out with Martin Gibson? No, because of Carly. Oh, the course of true love, eh? I hear Josh's heartbroken too. His girlfriend's called it off yesterday. Oh, I heard that too. I don't know. Josh and Nina, Chris and Carly. There must be some curse on young love over Ambridge at the minute. Well, Chris is hardly young. Oh, well, they're spring chickens compared to us, aren't they, Susan? Oh, speak for yourself, Joy. I've never felt so youthful. That's good to hear, Mum. Some point in this last year, I thought you were ready to give up and throw in the towel. There's already a nice crowd gathering on the village green. The Aldridges, the Maliks. Hey, did you hear about that guy who had the heart attack in AS research? Ray Lawrence. She saved his life. And apparently he was as unpleasant as ever, even in the throes of his own medical emergency. Anyway, I hear he's on the men. Come on, Joy, if we take out these nibbles, you can get a better idea in numbers. What time is it now? It's about 20 past. Oh, they're very eager. I think we might need another few bottles of wine. There go two happy bunnies. Bunnies? What's wrong with that? It's not how I'd describe Mum and Joy. Hey, but talking of bunnies, did you see that photo of Jazza Tracey posted on the family group this afternoon? No. No, I missed that. Here, I'll show you. Oh, we've got a text from Kira. What'd she say? She's wondering when we'll be home. We've only just left. You think she's hinting for one of us to come back? There may be. Her and George had another row this afternoon. What about her? I don't know. Neither of them would talk to me about it. I'll try ringing her. Well, brothers and sisters fall out. That's normal. Yeah, but I'm worried about him, Ed. I'm really worried. So, since Ambro left, he's been spending so much time by himself. And Keira's not exactly on top of the world neither. No, no answer. I'm just gonna nip home quickly and check she's okay. Put our minds at rest, eh? Yeah. You could try persuading her to come and join us. Tell her Will's bringing Poppy for the first half hour. I was looking forward to spending a nice night out with you. Yeah, me too. Look, hopefully I'll be back back soon, eh? Thanks for helping out, Martin. You're very welcome. Nice to be at the heart of a village event. Something cheering about, pouring drinks and making small talk. Oh, you think? Yeah. I'll be honest with you, Chris. It can get lonely living in a big house on your own. I wouldn't know. I'm moving back in with my mom and dad. Of course. Sorry to hear about your flat. Yeah, it's a real pain. Maybe the timing isn't so bad. Having a bit of company while you recover from the breakup might be a good thing. At least you won't be eating your cornflakes on your own. There's not really anything to recover from, Martin. It was over before it really began. I see. In my approach, I think the only way is to get right back out there. Dating sites, pubs, other places. Art classes. Art classes? Yeah, I've been there. Salsa dancing, hill walking, searching for the next love of my life. I got some very good advice a few weeks back. Oh, you know, Martin, I'd love to hear it, but I should really go back and see if Mum needs any more help. Of course I'll come with you. No, no, no, no. It's okay. In fact, it might be better if you stay and give out the drinks. But first, before you go, the advice Work on yourself. Stop looking outwards and look in. Do yoga, read books, cook real meals instead of shoving something in the microwave without even looking at the label. I have done more than enough looking inward since my marriage ended. I don't want self help podcasts and yoga nights. What was great was having someone to share things with Carly and me. We made each other laugh. I look forward to seeing her. There's got to be someone else out there who would put up with me. Well, there you go with a negative self talk. How can you expect someone to love you if you don't love yourself? Oh, Joy, have you seen Mum? Yeah, she's still in the shop. Ah, well, I better go and check if she's okay. Oh, she's fine. She's in her element. But I don't want her to think I've abandoned her. Of course. But I insist you let me buy you a drink after work tomorrow so I can pass on the rest of Chelsea and Zainab's wisdom. Chelsea and Zainab? Ah, the best of life coaches, in my opinion. 6 o' clock in the ball. Okay, Fine. I mean, yeah. Thank you. How's it going out here? Looks like you've been busy. Mobbed. But it's been quite important. Figure 8. I think Chris and I make a good team. Oh, well, thanks for lending a hand, Martin. Oh, and you've not even had a drink yet. You know you can help yourself. Don't mind if I do. A red wine would be marvellous. What are you having, Joy? Oh, just an orange juice. I'm in charge of cutting the cake, so I need to keep me wits about me. Oh, thank you. Have you seen Tony or Pat? I've got the sticker for the channel charity Buckets. Are you fundraising tonight? No, this is for the tractor run. Will you be able to make it? I will. Barrow will be there in force and I'm always happy to make a donation. Giving to a worthy cause puts our own troubles into perspective, eh? Hi, Em. You alright? Just escaping Martin Gibson and his life hacks. I was sad to hear about you and Carla. Thanks. And thanks for the invite. I'm sorry it would be. Oh, don't worry about it. I mean, dinner. A little Grange ain't exactly the ideal cure for heartbreak. Why does everyone keep insisting I'm heartbroken? I'm okay. Glad to hear it. It's never great when something ends, is it? I mean, you're allowed to feel it before you move on. It would be different if I thought she didn't like me or if I'd done something to hurt her. But it's not like that. You know, I wish we just stuck to being friends when we bumped into each other again. Then I could still see her. I like her. We had fun together. And I'll miss that. Yeah, I know. I keep meaning to ask. How's George doing? Why? Has someone said something? Like what? Oh, sorry. I just didn't think you cared. Yeah, well, I suppose I'm really asking. How. How are you doing? Fine, thank you. Give me a minute. It's Ed. Hey, Ed. Is everything okay? How's Kira? Not great. I'm gonna stay here with her. Why? What's wrong? Well, it could be something or nothing. She was a bit tearful when I first got back. Did she say what she was crying about? No. No. Whatever it was, she didn't want to talk about it. All right. I'm gonna come home. I'm sure dad will give me a lift and maybe I can get to the bottom. Bottom of it. No, no, honestly, I don't think there's any need. We'll be fine here. I just really want you to stay out and enjoy the party. Okay? Oh, poor Kira. I'll talk to her when I get back. If she's still awake. Hey. I love you, Ed. Yeah, I love you too. Do you think things will ever feel easy? What with two kids? No. I don't know. Maybe. All right. Are you ready, Susan? Maybe we should have rigged up a microphone. No, I don't need any help to make my voice heard. You have the cake, Joy. Here it is. Oh, it's beautiful. A perfect miniature of our shop. Right. Ready, Mum? Can I have your attention, please? Thank you, Chris. And thank you everyone for coming and making the night such a celebration of village life, of community, and of our wonderful new shop. With Christmas week fast approaching, we hope to see you with your shopping baskets full of delicious treats and last minute gifts. Volunteers keep this shop running, but it's you lot who keep us going. So here's a huge festive thank you from all of us to all of you. Excellent. Pat, have you seen the battery powered star fairy lights? I need them for the Ford. Aren't they in the Christmas box? If they were, I wouldn't be asking you. I've searched through everything. Well, you might have to buy some new ones then. But they'd be perfect. I've cut a piece of plywood in the shape Of a line of fir trees for above the grill at the front of the tractor. And I want to suspend the stars above them. Tricky to cut the plywood, but I realised if I use the mini circular saw blade. Pat, aren't you impressed? About what? Oh, give up. I'm sorry, Tony. Start from the beginning. I can't be bothered. You know, I was thinking about something Esme said when she was over here on Tuesday. Oh, yeah? Gave me an idea. Are you going to tell me about it? No, not yet. I want to look into it first. Fine. Have you spoken to Helen recently? No. Why? Well, I was wondering what's going on with her and Dane over the holidays. Have they seen each other since Helen got back from Scotland? Well, weren't they at the turning on of the Christmas lights together? Well, no, no. Helen spent most of the night with Natasha and the kids. Just wondered whether Dane would be joining us at some point over Christmas. We'd be very welcome. I suggest you just ask her. Yeah, but what if. That looks as if I'm prying. I don't want to upset her. Oh, look. Oh. John's tin angel from metalwork class his first year at Borchester Green. So proud when he brought it home. The wing bent. Yeah, but it was utterly enchanting. It's still my favorite Christmas tree decoration. Don't let Tom and Helen hear you say that. Oh, how can it be? 50 years since he was born. So many of those years without him. Him? 50 years on New Year's Day. Have you seen Chris today? He's in the ball with Martin Gibson. Oh, he must be desperate for Kemp, though. He was busy trying to escape him last night. Your dad and Hannah have just joined him. Maybe it'll be good for him, drown his sorrows. I hope he meets someone he can settle down with. With. It's a shame it didn't work out between him and Car. No, not meant to be. Oh, your dad texted. Said they were all winding Hannah up. Telling her that Jazza had won a prize for his turkey impression at the Christmas market. Apparently she jumped up and left. Said it had given her an idea. I dread to think. Let's take Auntie outside. It's a lovely, you know. Yeah, that'd be nice. I've been run off my feet all day. An emergency tree surgery job this morning. And then Kira had a football match this afternoon. Was Kira all right last night? I think so. Gave her a big hug when I came in and she seems a bit more cheerful. Ed was sorry to miss your speech, but it sounds like him and Kira had quite a nice night playing cards together. Oh, that's good. Yeah. Never quite sure where we are with her at the moment. Moment she swings from completely uninterested in us to almost clingy. And her and George don't set each other off. That's normal. She's growing up quickly but still feels like a child. Tony, these are fairy lights you were looking for. Yes. Oh, thanks, Pat. We're in the sitting room. Oh, it's so cozy in here. And you're decorating the tree. Five days early. Kind of happened by mistake. Ah, breaking thousands of years of Archer's tradition. Since you're here, you can help. Yeah, we'd love that. But first there's something we want to talk to you about. Oh, that sounds serious. Look at this. John's angel. He always wanted a it at the top of the tree, Mum, next to the bridge. Farm fairy. But Helen and I had angels too, you know. Yeah, but yours was rubbish, Tom. There was more toilet roll than angel. No, I remember it made from milk bottle tops and toilet roll. All right. Have you found John's train yet? Baby's first Christmas. I think it's in the tin of a delicate things. Oh, here they are. The train, the snow globe. Oh, yeah, that ear of corn I sprayed gold. Stolen from Home Farm. Pass them to me. I'll hang them near the top of the tree where they won't get knocked off. How's the tractor coming along, dad? Oh, I'll show you after we finish the tree, if you like. I'd love that. Thought it was protected under the Official Secrets Act. Well, as we all know, Tom won't be here for the tractor run, so he gets a sneak preview. I thought Tom was on the naughty step. Coal for Christmas. Which reminds me, I know what you're going to hear. That John put coal in your stocking. I was so upset. So funny. Oh, there's something so lovely about being outside on a winter's night. There really is. Oh, I keep meaning to ask, is Martha staying here on Christmas Eve then? Oh, no, she's with Alice in the morning and then dinner with the Aldridges. We've got her over here with Chris in the afternoon. Do you think you'll have time to come up to Grange Farm for a bit? I know Poppy and Kira would love to see Martha. Kira pretends she's too old for toys, but once Martha's there, she'll be loving getting stuck in. I'll have a word with you. Dad would be nice Nice to see everyone, even if it's just for an hour. And what you having for Christmas dinner? Pork, of course. I found a lovely recipe. Pork belly with bay leaves, cider and pears. Sounds delicious. I wouldn't give up my turkey without a fight. We've come a long way as a family since last year, haven't we? You can say that again. Last Christmas was the worst of my life. Except for, you know, when I wasn't there. Yeah. It's hard to say which one's more heartbreaking. Christmas without your mum or your son. Well, the tough ones make the good ones even more precious. You're right, Mum. And I really want this one to be perfect, but George is struggling with our amber. It feels like nothing I do will make him want to celebrate it. Here we go. Mulled wine. Thanks, dad. This is the first time I felt properly festive this year. Well, that's not true. What about when you were trying on your elf suit? Yeah, which you are now insisting I wear to drive the tractor. You look lovely in it. Very sexy. Dad, that mulled wine's already gone to his hand. I haven't started drinking it yet. It's delicious. This is the taste of Christmas for me. Oh, look, look. Helen the Nutcracker soldier. You loved that story when you were little. Do you remember John and me making up a dance together and showing it to the whole family? Do you remember how it went? No. I bet you do. Go on, try. No. John was this cool teenager, but he was still happy to do a Nutcracker dance with his little sister, dressed in Lillian's red jacket, with your gran, giving you both a painfully honest five out of ten. Oh, Gran. Oh, what a strange Christmas this is. John gone so long. Mum. Just this year. It's been lovely having you two over, being able to talk about both of them. It really has. It's not often it's just the four of us anymore. Oh. What was it you wanted to say? About what? Well, you said you'd come over because there was something you wanted to talk to us about. Oh, yeah, Ellen. It's just. Well, we've been waiting to hear what plans you have for John's 50th birthday because, well, maybe any mention of it until tonight felt like it was met with a change of subject. Yeah. Which is understandable. It's difficult to think about all I've been thinking about. Hard to find head space for anything else, I suppose. For me, nothing I came up with felt special enough to mark the day. Dad, I know exactly what you mean it's awful pressure to get it right? Yeah. It feels like an actual weight pushing down. They build up to an anniversary like this, the need for it to be public. I'm not even sure that's what I mean. It's just like we might all think about John 100 times a day, but on his birthday, on that day, on New Year's Eve, we have to kind of demonstrate we've remembered him. And it feels less real than all of those hundred moments of private grief that aren't always about being sad. I mean, sometimes what hits me hardest is the silly stuff. The whirlwind of John. I like that whirlwind of John. But tonight's been lovely. Just perfect. Unplanned. The tree, you two. Dad smelled wine. I feel lighter. And I'm not sure whether it's because of the laughing or the crying. Both. I wonder if we're all ready now to do something a bit more formal, more expected. The girls love a bonfire. John loved a disco. We could do both. John's 50th birthday bonfire disco. I know where his box of tapes are. And I could bring out some of my old dance moves. The bane of John's teenage years. I like that idea. The grandchildren dancing with us under the stars. And we have to have a birthday cake. Yeah. Emma's shop shake cake was great. We could ask her to make something lovely for John. Like a pig. Pat, you made a pig cake for John's second birthday with a pink marshmallow nose. It was a mess of butter icing, but John loved it. We've got the photos to prove it. And we sang Old MacDonald Had a Pig about 50 times that. So a pig cake it is. Made by you, Pat. Like the last time. No. Don't you think we need a perfect cake from Emma? Homemade and messy would be perfect. Just like John. Just like the Bridge Farm Christmas tree. Well, wait until the fairy lights are switched on. We ready, dad? Tom, can you turn off the main light? Yeah, hang on. Give me a second. There we go. Merry Christmas. 2025. Oh, beautiful. Merry Christmas, Sam. Hi, Cynthia here. I'm very excited to bring you the return of Child. So we've been on the journey of an embryo all the way to a baby's first birthday. And now we are going to enter the explosive life of the toddler. 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