Today I took the kids to a farm to celebrate Open Farm Sunday. We went to Shoots Delph Farm in St Helens. Like our farm, it has been passed down through generations of the Forster family for hundreds of years and they run a successful organic meat business raising cattle and sheep which they butcher…
Like most people who cook dinner every night, I can get stuck in a rut. Some weeks we eat the same things as we did the week before. Sometimes I forget what I’ve cooked that week and we eat the same meal in the same week. Actually, when I’d just had Baby G, we ate…
Baby carriers. They are not something I really thought about with Boo. We lived in a normal house and I was quite happy to push her around in the pram. Since starting my blog a couple of years ago though, I have become more and more aware of the cult of baby wearing. With so…
Modern families. Parents work. Children are in childcare. Food shop gets done on a Saturday afternoon, after ballet/football in the morning. They eat takeaway on a Friday or Saturday night, take a sun holiday once a year, eat too much at Christmas, drink too much on a weekend. Sound familiar? Matalan are using the celebration…
We visited Red Bank Farm this weekend in Newton-le-Willows. It was open for this year’s Open Farm Sunday and, we had a great time. Yes it was a bit of a busman’s holiday but, seeing as Hubster won’t open our doors, it was great to see other farmer’s doing well for themselves. I haven’t been…
Sheep shearing. My favourite day of the farming year. It s also one of the most tiring but it is such an exciting day and, with Boo being a bit older, it is the first we have fully taken part in. It began the night before as I prepared bread rolls (barm cakes if you’re…
I know you’ll all probably hate me for this post. Half term isn’t even here yet but I’m asking you to check your diaries for June 8th. You see it is a subject pretty close to my heart. June 8th is Open Farm Sunday. It is a day where ordinary people who may have never…
It’s been a sad old day on the farm. I’m afraid nasty Mr Fox has paid us a visit again. He obviously did not heed my last letter to him. As regular readers of my blog will know, our five bantam chickens would not go in the coop. It was amusing how they perched in…
Do you remember the uproar not so long ago when a parent admitted they preferred one of their children over the other? Then some other parents jumped on the band wagon and said they felt the same. Well as a farmer’s wife, I feel I should love all of the animals equally but, like those…
It’s a hard job this blogging malarky but someone’s got to do it. This week I have been sampling wine. Yes you read that right. I had been tasting wine, purely for blogging purposes. Now as we all know, things always taste better when they are free. My wine was not only free (thank you…
