We had a holiday last week. This is a tectonic shift in the otherwise peaceful rhythm of Swallowtail Hill, brought on largely by the threat of divorce. ‘If you don’t take me on holiday soon I will divorce you’ is approximately what Sarah meant when she said ‘If you don’t take me on holiday now [...]
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Sarah Gets Another Badge
Sarah has, I am afraid to report, an addiction. A dependency. A fix she needs more of now she has the taste for it. She can’t get enough qualifications. The postman brought her most recent one the other day – a Learning Outside the Classroom certification, and a badge she can hang on the farm [...]
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Obsessions
I noticed Christopher that was spending an unhealthy amount of time reading a magazine this morning. I could see part of the title from where I was sitting ‘Top 50 ….’ – I suspected the worst. Top 50 Sexy Babes perhaps? Top 50 Bottoms in Bikinis? Nope. Not even close. Top 50 Tractors. I don’t [...]
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Surprise Lambs
The 5.14 from Charing Cross to Staplehurst is the most crowded train of the day. No surprise then that as it pulled out with me wedged indecently closely to the least attractive other travellers my phone buzzed. Since it was Sarah I didn’t dare ignore it. But, as always on trains, I just grunted ‘Yup?’ [...]
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The Tortoise Whisperer
I offer this with little explanation, only in the hope of some sympathy for my plight. I am married to a woman who now spends her afternoons sitting in the tortoise’s run ‘to keep him company’. She takes the farm accounts with her to while away the time when she’s not chatting to Tonka. If [...]
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This is the story of a rural life, lived by Sarah and Christopher on their 40 acre Wealden farm, near Rye, which they share with assorted animals, wild flowers, trees, an eclectic array of locals and the odd visitor who thinks it's an idyll. Sometimes it is.


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