Milkweed & Teasel

It's buck season now, the Glorious Twelfth has marked the opening of grouse season, and our own shoot team has had its annual barbecue a...

Occasionally all the death gets to me. I'm not complaining. The result is one nearly-full freezer, including a deer, one and a half lamb...

If last week was all about death, then this week is all about sex. Sex and birth. I suppose you can't have one without the other. Most...

Mike and I managed to take half a day off yesterday. A whole six hours. We squandered it watching the last in the Harry Potter series of fil...

It's mid-summer in England according to the calendar, if not the weather outside. The apple tree has finished its June drop, letting go ...

This week has been all about death and poop - not mine, I assure you. I warn you now that there is no happy ending, so feel free to skip the...

I shot this in a hen house at 2.30 this morning - It's only one of this year's cubs, but already old enough to be out by itself d...