The tale of a goose named Lucy

Fun on the Farm Friday Flashback   The tale of a goose named Lucy  Lucy, dear little Lucy – the amount of stress and grief you have given me is immeasurable. The day came last week when I decided that the three different types of antibiotics I was using were no longer working and you…

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Fun on the Farm Monday Musings What a great week it has been at Morndyke – full house here on the glamping site. It was so exciting to welcome our very first ‘proper’ glampers: Morag and Reg Taylor, with their gorgeous springer spaniel Gigha. Everyone who has stayed here has been so lovely – it’s…

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I swear we are related to the Durrells.

Fun on the Farm Friday Flashback I swear we are related to the Durrells. Is it only us that constantly end up being ‘found’ by things? The latest find is Bramble Jack. To cut a long story short, the cold and wet Tuesday last week was no exception. I had finally managed to stuff the…

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William Wordsworth at Morndyke Shepherds’ Huts

Fun on the Farm Friday Flashback I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. I reckon Wordsworth must have known a thing or two…

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The Buck Inn at Maunby – our favourite pub.

Fun on the Farm Monday Musings One of the (many) good things about our farm is that we are never too far away from a good eating place. Today the choice was The Buck Inn at Maunby. Fab food and even fabber company with my big sis (yesssss she is older – where’s the rolling…

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Capote gets wet. Again.

Fun on the Farm Friday Flashback What a difference a day makes. HEAT. The date is April 20th 2018. Has Spring arrived? Is this a temporary respite from the winter deluges? Capote certainly hopes so. I think he has shrunk from too many soakings. RAIN AND RAIN AND RAIN First Capote got wet with rain.…

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Our lake is cold. And deep….

Fun on the Farm Monday Musings Our lake is cold. And deep. And has a chequered past. I’d love to know it’s full history. It started life as a clay pit for making bricks hundreds of years ago. Just after the war the council tipped their rubbish in it and it shrank from 4 acres…

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Ducklings at Springtime. Spring has sprung

Fun on the Farm Friday Flashback Spring has sprung at Morndyke. It’s certainly the time of year for new life – it’s springing up every where! The countryside is flooded with babies. It’s about this time when the ducklings hatch – I love the quote from a favourite childhood book of my kids: ‘All the…

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Facebook Competition Terms and conditions

The promoter is Morndyke Shepherds’ Huts The competition is open to residents of the United Kingdom aged 18 years or over except employees of Morndyke Shepherds’ Huts and their close relatives and anyone otherwise connected with the organisation or judging of the competition. The stay in the Shepherds’ Huts is subject to availability and will…

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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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