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Could a bottle of Coke really be the difference?
Something grabbed my attention the other day while I was driving. Now, let’s be honest – most of the news lately has been pretty bleak. But for once, something came blaring over the radio that...
Why Clarkson’s Farm feels oddly familiar
A few months ago, I wrote about how I often struggle to come up with the next thing to write about. That familiar battle with the blank page, and wondering whether anyone really wants to hear your...
The Patchwork Quilt of English Farming
Isn’t it absolutely beautiful at the moment? Hedgerows bursting with blossom, fields a vibrant green, and birdsong ringing out from dawn ‘til dusk. I’ve been deep in dad mode these past few weeks....
Spring has sprung – and so have the cows!🐮
A Bit About Our Cows A few requests came back from my appeal for blog ideas the other week with the theme of how the business works behind the scenes. There's always so much going on and I will...
Are Farm Shops Selling the Real Deal?
This question was posed to me in response to my last blog when I asked you all for some food for thought on what to write about next. By the way, I had some great replies—lots of ammo for future...
What the Dorset Coast Taught me This Week
As many of you may have gathered from my last journal, I felt it was time for a little break. So, last week, Tamara and I headed down to the south Dorset coast for a couple of days—the first time...
A Tale of Woe on the Path to Net Zero…
Oh, what a week it’s been. At this rate, it feels like we’ll reach Storm Zachary by the end of February. Our originally planned closure has been delayed, unfortunately, so we’re open as normal this...
Paws, Rest & Reflect
Have you noticed the manic frenzy of wildlife recently? Birds whistling through the night, trying to find the best nesting spots for spring. Foxes barking all day long and into the darkness, seeking...
The Christmas Journey: Finding Joy Along the Way
Last week my son, Henry, said to me that the saddest part of the year for him is around 8 pm on Christmas Day. I remember that feeling so well—the moment when all the anticipation, excitement, and...
