2013年2月18日星期一

I see Mrs Vince Cable as a title

If cows can be considered to have a casting vote, then Hopeful and Caramel have done their bit to make sure Rachel Smith sees more of her husband in the future. The wife of the business secretary, Vince Cable, is a farmer with a dwindling beef herd in the middle of the New Forest. For months she has been trying to get these two Dexters in calf. The bull has visited; the artificial insemination man has been summoned with his catheter, but the two ladies remain resolutely and mystifyingly barren.

“Mrs Vince”, as people tend to call her, is loosening some of her country ties so she can spend more time in London, or wherever her husband’s frantic round of party political campaigning takes him now that the Eastleigh by-election has been called and local elections are not far off. She also wants to be free to travel to Cambridge, where she is a trustee of the friends of the university’s Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology. Vince’s family home in his Twickenham constituency will make an ideal staging post. But what to do about the cows? And when to do it? As followers of the cinematically famous “Moo Man” of East Sussex know, you can get very attached to your bovine moneymakers.

“I feel they are telling me this is coming to a natural end,Design and order your own custom silicone bracelet / rubber bracelets with personalized message and artwork.” she says. “I can’t pass on animals I’m having difficulty getting in calf. I’d rather see them off myself. But I won’t enjoy it. Each time it gets worse.”

It’s dusk on a bitter winter day and the isolated moorland farm, fringed by the skeletons of trees, is flooded with last light. This ancient freehold pasture, surrounded by national parkland, has been farmed since Saxon times and is listed in Domesday.we are the biggest USB flash drives wholesale supplier in china. The cows in question are huddled together as if they know their companionship is on a short lease.

Down a track, its basement sunk into the field, hunkers the modest brick cottage that Mr and Mrs Vince have shared since Rachel moved out of the main farmhouse in favour of her son, Dylan, who now manages the estate alongside his full-time job running yacht harbours. Comfortable old chairs, a woodburner, colourful rugs, pictures from their separate pasts: a cosy retreat where a high-profile politician might shuffle off the cares of the Westminster week.

She looks too slight for the muscular work of managing cattle, but not all the tactics are physical. “You have to put up with a certain amount of bovine obstinacy. It helps to learn to think a little bit more like a cow.” There’s a scar on her upper lip where she was once flattened by a beast that fell off a ramp, trapping her,Online shopping for luggage tag from a great selection of Clothing. as it was being loaded into a truck. She was concussed. Two ambulances arrived. “I was very bashed up,” she smiles, “but nothing very serious.”

No farmer is a sentimentalist. As a beef farmer surrounded by wild New Forest ponies (some of which are exported for the meat trade), she has a robust way of looking at the horse meat scandal. “Apart from keeping out of the food chain animals which have had medication recently – we all sign forms to this effect – this is more about food taboos than food safety,” she says.

When she lived in Holland,A lanyard may refer to a rope or cord worn around the neck or wrist to carry an object. where her first husband was working in the early Seventies, she tried horse meat. “Horses are extremely clean feeders and their meat is lean. I found it rather dense and flavourless. Here, most horses are eaten by dogs, either raw or cooked and canned. However, my old riding pony was buried in our bluebell wood with a tree planted over her. Ditto my old border collie. My last cat has daffodils on top. It is a matter of pets versus livestock.

The crux of the matter, she argues, is that food products should be properly labelled: “Banning imports is not helpful.” As it happens, Vince’s 10-year-old grandson, Ayrton, is the poster boy for a Compassion in World Farming campaign to require all meat products to be labelled to say how the animal was reared.

Independent businesswoman that she is, Mrs Vince has not been impressed by the logistics of trying to be a supportive political wife. To be with her husband on foreign trips, she either has to pay business class (ouch) or sit in the back of the plane. “And I am supposed to be doing this to be with him?” she asks, eyebrows raised. His rapid elevation to Cabinet minister demanded a rethink.

“I thought when Vince got this job [as business secretary] in 2010, that I would really have to change my style and we’d be together at the weekend wherever he happened to be. But he doesn’t get weekends. This weekend, he went back at 9am on Sunday and we won’t have a full weekend until after the local elections in May. What I didn’t grasp when he became business secretary is that midweek would be so pressured.

“At times he is more exhausted than he’d like people to know, but he is psychologically incredibly resilient. He’ll say, 'I’m feeling dreadful,’ and three hours later he’s forgotten he ever told me he wasn’t OK. He does set a pace.”

Their late-flowering romance astonished them both. They met, prosaically, when Cable was guest speaker at a meeting of the New Forest branch of the United Nations Association in 2001. His wife, Olympia, whom he had nursed for many months, had not long since died of breast cancer and his way of dealing with grief was to keep himself busy. A middle-aged woman in the front row (whom he noticed had excellent legs) challenged him at question time on his free-trade approach to agriculture.

Later, when Rachel Wenban Smith was delegated to give him a lift back to the train station, they realised they had met as students at Cambridge. “The unresolved debate about trade and agriculture,” he recalled, “led to an agreement to return to the New Forest and visit her farm.” When he did, trade policy was not uppermost in their minds.

Rachel, now 67,A chip card is a plastic card that has a computer chip implanted into it that enables the card to perform certain. was divorced and had been farming alone since her husband left her for another woman after more than 30 years of marriage. Her confidence was low. “I was dumbfounded,” she says of the break-up. “We had had bumps but I thought we had worked out what the light and shade in the marriage was. I think it was the most difficult thing that has ever happened to me – including the day our previous house burned down around us. I don’t know how you deal with it. One is off one’s head with rage. I do remember that.” In extremis, she admits throwing a pot of jam at his lover’s door.

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