While women in the 1960s would marry a local man after finishing school, they now head off to the city in search of work, leaving the men behind, he said.

During a night at the pub, the owner told her that he regularly received letters from single women in Brisbane and Sydney asking him to set them up with farmers.

Similar pleas were being sent to the post office, he said.

The tours are the latest symptoms of the chronic gender unbalance in metropolitan and rural areas, which has already spawned a highly popular reality television programme, The Farmer Wants A Wife.

The programme matches single women with farmers from far-flung parts of the country and after six series it has generated four marriages and three babies.

This may be because we are twentysomethings – and I do hope that it will get better with age – but in the meantime, this has proven to be a great ego boost.

A less obvious charm of the rosbif would be their near total incapacity to not be awkward in social situations.We think it’s time you found your UK tall single, so sign up today to find your perfect tall man or woman.As a French woman living in London, I read Ed Cumming’s latest piece about our apparent preference for British men with great interest.While the French tend to be extremely straightforward and hit on anything with a pulse and a cleavage, the Brits will either need to down half a dozen pints or be convinced that you’re the love of their life to make a move.Given that we’re about as outspoken as our men, this means that we’ll largely be left in peace on nights out, but won’t mind making the first move if needs be. And if after all this, we end up finding a specific Englishman we’d consider staying with for the foreseeable future, we can bring them back to our families, safe in the knowledge that the language barrier with save either party from any major embarrassment. Just one last thing though: your main advantage may actually be your general lack of unnecessary cockiness, so let’s maybe stop it with the bragging, eh?Given that for most of the people I’ve met here, anything that doesn’t taste worse than vinegar counts as decent, my very vague ability to match a certain meal with a certain wine has baffled more than one.