Hedgerow Ways and Fireside Days

Absolutely. Absent without leave. Gone. Not here. Well, it has been hot, and we have been shearing, and there is so much going on, I'v...

“There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money, either.” Robert Graves There's no money in farming either. Not the...

No, it's a soft, clean, hand fluffed pile of lovely luscious Jacobs wool, ready to make a cushion for an order. (I'm getting there, ...

Ever had one of those days where a project gets out of hand? I have been encouraging Neil to go back to bee club (or 'Bees' as it...

Up at dawn, to dwell in the word, to pray into silence,  to wander round the animals, on land we own, surrounding my home. Meaningful work ...

but only if you are using 'flaming' as a cuss word. What a day! I make no apologies for the lack of pictures, it really wasn't...

I am not immune to darkness. This morning was one of those days when I twice thought, truly, why am I even here. This is all pointless. ...