Once a week I drive up onto the ridge above the Priory to visit Margaret. In her large, warm kitchen we have a natter, exchanging gossip about the Priory and the village, and a cup of tea. Afterwards, I might have a nosey about the farmyard. Go and see her chickens and guinea fowl or, … Continue reading "Stood a Lowly Cattle Shed"
A while ago, Margaret (the farmer whose land surrounds most of the Priory) bought a cow in calf, and the other day, long, long after all her other calves were born we had a new arrival. He's a very handsome chap and I can't but marvel at how clean he is. He looks like he's … Continue reading New Life and Poppy’s Triumph
The other day, I was enjoying a mug of Earl Grey in the greenhouse, doing a spot of watering and listening to some tip-top pop tunes on my headphones. Singing away to myself I didn't hear that I had company. It was only some movement, caught out of the corner of my eye, that made … Continue reading Margaret’s Cows