eight little acres

We're so boring.  There's really not been much to write about for the first half of 2017...apart from my endless unreasonable whini...

Although not an enormously indulgent Christmas I think the stink from the dogs bums tonight tells a story that we could all do with a more s...

Looking back;   December 2015 was horrendous on the land, with a months rain everything was underwater and the wind had ravaged through the ...

Woody and I both grew up with open fires and Rayburns in the house and it's something we always wanted in our own home.  The land buying...

I am embarrassed but very honoured that we have a small but loyal fanbase of Lincolnshire farmers who read our little blog.  They are very ...