Season three of Clarkson’s Farm is on Amazon Prime. If you haven’t seen it, it is not a work of fiction. It features a rather cranky, somewhat ill-mannered British television journalist and presenter, well known for irritating many people by his pronouncements, eg; Denying global warming exists.
During the pandemic, he purchased a farm. The series is about the difficulties and triumphs of farming in England. Because it is television, and watching wheat grow is not exactly action-packed viewing, the timelines are compacted. For example, you see Jeremy Clarkson riding a tractor and having difficulty keeping the tractor in line. In the next episode you might see the seed have begun to sprout, but not in nice even rows, and there are lots of bare spots. I know, still sounds like a yawn, but it does have its charm.
Overall, the show is about someone learning that his or her preconceived ideas may need to adjust to fit reality. It is funny, charming and sad, all at once. It gives a glimpse into a style of life most of us will never experience.
The episodes are so packed with failure and triumph that I have begun to think of those troubled times all of us live through as “Living on Clarkson’s Farm. “
Thank you, Jeremy, Caleb, Lisa and Charley.
