I love reading your posts... you're a great storyteller!
That's very kind and inspires me to add part two:
Mr farmer used to top my slopes for me after he'd taken the hay although I try to do it myself 'cos he often leaves a while before doing the slopes and I like to get everything tidy.
I have a guy "from't village" that sometimes drives for me too and helps with logging and tidying the hedges because there really is a couple of miles of them.
The first year after Mr farmer had doe his bit I decided to top tight around the edges and around my swamp. I striped my way closer and closer to the swamp edge gauging how soggy it might be when suddenly tractor broke through the crust and sank cab floor deep. I walked back to the house for a phone "Er, Mr Farmer, Sir. Sorry Sir but I'm stuck. Any chance of a tow out?"
The next year I was way more cautious. I'd noted how close I'd got before the distaster and vowed to stay clear. That must have been a wetter year 'cos i wasn't anywhere near as far in. "Er, Mr Farmer, Sir. I've done it again, Sir...."
The year after that was quite dry. My chappie was about and offered to do the tidy up. I warned him about the swamp and he disdainfully pointed out that i was the amateur. "Er, Mr Farmer, please Sir it wasn't me this time..."
The next year Mr Farmer tidied it up himself with some huge behemoth that floated on low pressure tyres and happily criss-crossed the whole swamp and topped it all. "It's quicker than pulling you out."