As it is November now, I can officially mention the ‘C’ word. Who am I kidding? I have been dreaming of Christmas since the end of August and I have winter scented candles all year round. I love looking for quirky country gifts at Christmas-both for myself and for other people and, if that means…
We first thought about moving to the farm in early 2012. Hubster’s father had passed away and, with the cattle, it was safer for us to be on site. We originally thought we would build a small bungalow at the farm for us to live in but, with it being classed as greenbelt, the council…
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…
I’ve been dreaming of home interiors for a very, long time. Since I was a teenager in fact. My tastes probably did change but I knew I wanted a pink kitchen and a cream living room. When I bought my first house-a little terrace, I made my dream come true. While the kitchen cupboards were…
We moved to the farm five years ago. It’s a long story of how our house works which I think I will save for another blog post but, to cut it short, when we arrived, most of the rooms were painted in a neutral white or magnolia. We only had Boo then and I painted…
Sometimes I think things really do happen for a reason. I am a member of a lovely group of farmers, farmerswives and farm bloggers on Social Media. It really is lovely and very supportive through the highs and the lows of this great profession. Through one Young Farmer blogger, Cesca Beswick, I was introduced to…
Living in an old farmhouse means the rooms are mostly funny shaped meaning finding furniture can be a problem. Our living room in particular is very long and thin and it drives me mad because nothing I do seems to make it look any better. Most of our furniture came from our last house including…
The nursery has been work in progress for a long time. I was pregnant when we moved to the farm In 2012 and the room had no carpet and was used as somewhere to dry washing and dump things that I couldn’t find anywhere else for. I lost the baby and the room continued as…
The hall way can often be a forgotten part of the home. A place where you walk through but linger little. So I was ill a couple of weeks ago and my parents came round to help me look after Boo-which as any parent will tell you, is a nightmare when you feel under the…
