Sometimes in the country everything happens at once. Others, nothing happens, twice in a row. That’s been the last week. Not strictly true of course. The fire got worse, so we waited patiently for lovely Michael Penfold (great local name) to turn up this morning with his ladders. I’d do it myself but climbing to [...]
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By Sheep’s Toenails
Which could be a Shakespearean oath. One I might use regularly because cutting sheeps’ toenails is among my ten least favourite country jobs. I hold. Sarah cuts. I grunt and swear. She grunts and swears. The sheep grunt. Maybe they swear too but I don’t know. Sheep are amazingly unwieldy. Never try to throw one. [...]
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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.
