Milkweed & Teasel

Spring has arrived in our part of Dorset. We were spared a hard winter this year, so the transition was nearly imperceptible, unless you tak...

It's perfect Sunday morning weather: grey, foggy, a bit of drizzle on the windows. I don't need much of an excuse to drink a pot of ...

It's Sunday night. Mike and I are spending a romantic pre-Valentine's evening together in front of the fire...making tunnels for phe...

I've started my "last day of shooting season" rituals. Consigning the blood-spattered tweeds to the dry cleaning pile, putting...

I got up this morning in anticipation of catching the partial solar eclipse, but instead I was treated to the flat grey fog that England is ...

Underkeeper Pete organised a fox drive last night. The concept is a few people with guns stand in a field on the edge of a woodland while o...

I think the fox cub in the trap was a portent of things to come. These warm evenings mean we can sleep with the window open. Besides a ple...

Everything's growing. The chicken babies are getting bigger; some are foraging without their mothers now. Others are big enough to go to...

I'm just about through the sack of bread flour I bought from our village co-op. By lucky chance, we took delivery of 10 tons of wheat ye...

I swapped Barbara her dummy egg for a pair of ducklings, and she settled right down on them. No questions asked. I've been checking ever...

At the moment, the lambs are still sleeping in the kennel where they're safe from predators and where there's a heat lamp to keep th...

We're past Christmas now and the not-so-festive stomach bug that hit us Christmas day. Mike soldiered on and made Christmas dinner, but ...