It is 8 degrees below at Swallowtail Hill. There is six inches of frozen snow on the ground. I no longer care what I look like, although I suspect I look fairly sporty in woolly cap, lined moleskin trousers, waterproof chainsaw boots, long white over-socks, a filthy padded jacket and fleecy gloves. If only people [...]
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By It Shouldn’t Happen To A Vet….
Annathevet turned up last week on one of her many professional/coffee-with-a-friend visits to Swallowtail Hill. She speculated that it could prove extremely difficult explaining to her other friends what she got up to with me. She rehearsed a conversation out loud: “So what do you and your friend Sarah like to do? Go on spa [...]
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By Donkeys and the Law of Sheds
There are 53 animals at Swallowtail Hill, including the humans, and not including the bees. You can imagine the grocery bill. One of the humans – the female, as she is referred to in the pub – suffers from obsessive compulsive hoarding. Of animals. So in spite of the occasional tragedy, their numbers inexorably increase [...]
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Pixies In the Wood
I went for a walk in The Dean Wood today, and found pixie shelters at the far end. Built into the boles of several chestnuts were carefully constructed huts of sticks, woven with leaves. Some had moss strips as gardens and twigs as fences. One even had a tiny ditch. Defensive possibly, against attacking wood-lice. [...]
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Naughty Nurses
The very first television soap I remember was called Emergency Ward 10. Nurses in crisply starched frocks crackled through the wobbly cardboard set on their way to an assignation with a dishy doctor or to soothe the sweaty brow of someone who’d fallen off the tram. I think that’s why, years later, I became obsessed [...]
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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.
