The entrance to your home is where visitors come in. Snap judgements can be made on the state of someone’s front door or door mat. You want to make a good impression. For farms though, the entrance to your home is probably the most high-traffic area in the whole farm. It is where wellies are…
Every one is going mad about decluttering. I admit I have tried to do it myself but, rather than be excited about throwing things away, the thing to excite me the most recently is that charity shops are being flooded with treasures that their previous owners have discarded. Now that makes me happy. While there…
Some people dream big. Some dreams don’t sound big to others but are to the dreamer and I think, this is where my dream lies. When we moved to the farm six years ago, I had never lived on a farm before. I was wet behind the ears, as they say in these parts. I…
Ever since I got our very first two hens (Daphne and Pearl), way back in 2012, I have loved everything chicken. Over the last five years, I have accumulated a lot of chicken things. Plates, cups, cushions, doorstops. If there is a choice of anything with chickens on it, I choose it. I even get…
I have wanted a stag head in my home for ages. Long before they came into fashion. There is something about a stag’s head, mounted on the wall that screams country home. As a modern farmer, it seems Hubster is not so much the bounty hunter that he may have been if we had been…
Our farmhouse is old. We don’t know how old. We think 16th century but we are yet to have this confirmed. When we started dating, the farmer, (knowing I loved Tudor history) told me Oliver Cromwell had stayed here and that you could still see the holes in one side of the house from where…
