I wasn’t feeling all that resilient about things on Friday night when I reversed into a decorative pillar on the front of our house. The pillar didn’t feel that resilient either, and was shunted out of place at both its upper and lower completely useless and non-structural capitals. However, there is reason to be cheerful! … More Milestone! 33% in 30 days!
River Cottage Australia keeps popping up on my TV. Every time, I marvel that it’s yet another bloke on our screens wondering in the delight of putting his hand underneath a hen and drawing out a warm egg. Where are all the women, I wonder? Do program makers really think it’s just blokes moving to … More The Wife’s Tale
This week the abattoir lost one of our pigs. ‘Did it run away?’ asked Smudge, very sensibly. But no, it didn’t run away, as it was dead. They didn’t lose a live pig. They lost the carcass. We’ve learned to take the rough with the smooth and the unexpected since moving into small diversified farming … More This little piggy went to market
My only source of knowledge about polo, prior to visiting The Creech in Tasmania, is the Jilly Cooper novels I’ve read. The impression I have from those is that people who play polo are usually Argentinian, born into landed gentry, or live in the English Cotswolds. I’m not qualified in any sense, then. But I’m still … More Polo training at The Creech