Hen Party

Hens are funny things. They provide hours of entertainment just by being hens. My little brood of ladies consist of the ‘princesses’ – an ancient collection of ‘Welsummers’, that are very prim and correct and do not mix too well with the ‘ex-bats’. These so-called ex bat girls are the real renegades. They have survived…

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Baa Baa Black Sheep, Have You Any Wool?

I love summer – hazy, warm days with blue skies and warm breezes; endless hours of sunshine and glory with that promise of more to come. There is another reason I love summer. It brings with it the shearers. I do not have a massive flock of sheep, which perhaps is the understatement of the…

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To Mull and Back

Once in a while, or so they tell me, it’s good for the soul to take a holiday. This year, our annual pilgrimage took us up to the beautiful Scottish island of Mull. When I say us, I had better clarify. ‘Us’ is the generic term for myself, the two kids and my father. Alan…

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Alan’s Big Hole

There are certain things every boy loves, not least, holes. They love digging and moving shed loads of soil – but not by hand, I hasten to add. Give a boy a digger and he is happy. One of the curious aspects of life is that boys never change. Their needs and desires stay straight…

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Talking Turkey

Amongst the collection of retired and competition horses, graze the small flock of sheep that were once destined for the meal table. The free range hens and turkeys that started their lives in factory farms strut and cluck in busy contemplation in the safety of their run. I do however, smile to myself when I’m…

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Farriers, Physios, Fangs and Fame

I have a weakness. Horses. Since I took my first breath, these became my nemesis. The amount of money spent, hardship felt, and both physical and mental pain fashioned by these creatures is insurmountable. I think I could have paid off the national debt if I had ploughed the same amount of cash into it…

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Snowberry, Willow and Buckthorn

I have three cows, namely Snowberry, Willow and Buckthorn. Alan would contest the ownership status. However, he was foolish enough to ‘lend’ me these three bovines quite a number of years ago when they were each a mere 6 months old. At the time I needed serious lawnmower power to graze the land my horses…

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And so it begins

I’ve done the deed. After 24 years at the chalk face, I have decided to leave teaching and set up my own business in glamping – well, Shepherds’ huts glamping to be precise. Actually glamping is the understatement. Pure unadulterated luxury I’d say. It’s going to be quite a journey. This epiphany of an idea…

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