Milkweed & Teasel

Spud our little flat-coated retriever earned her stripes this season. Only 18 months old and still a baby, she worked as a full member of th...

I now know that ten sheep can decimate half a small bale of hay per day- I'll keep this figure in mind when we cut and store next ye...

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 don't have kids, but I'm told a large proportion of a mother's (or father's) day is spent driving them places. For small p...

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

There are three more days left of the shooting season. We have 53 shoot days under our belt. I think we are going to make it. Just. As wit...

Eudora has come through her recent illness with remarkable vigour. Although she was loathe to give up the special molasses feed on offer in ...