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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By Poo Story
Infants will happily sample their own shit. Five year olds will collapse in uncontrollable giggles if you say ‘poo poo wee wee’. Few adults find their inner scatologist but Sarah has. Not, I hasten to add, that she takes it to the limit. She is simply obsessed with animal effluent, and like a gypsy tea-leaf [...]
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Lost And Found
Today we lost some sheep and a mobile phone. Or rather Christopher did. Not that he is admitting this. So you will recall that yesterday we drenched the sheep ready for their move into a different field. We moved the sheep and the big fat Romneys stayed put and the little skinny Shetlands escaped. The [...]
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By Drenched Sheep
The sheep need drenching. This is the professional-farmer-term for sticking a sort of water pistol in a sheep’s mouth and squirting in viscous liquid wormer. Nice. They also needed pedicures before being moved into a different field for some spring grazing. In my book this qualifies as a top sort of day and is much [...]
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Animal Hospital
This morning on the feeding round it became apparent that we had one limping cat, one sheep with a scratched face, and one poorly pet rabbit. The animals can’t seem to organise themselves to be ill one at a time, they like to do it in groups. Mary the sheep was first to be dealt with [...]
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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.
