In your field

Last year went out in a deluge of water as our little stream next to the farm turned into a raging torrent and burst its banks, flooding sheds, kennels, steading and almost the house.

Most weeks on the farm I truly believe there is no better job in the world.

After the dry spring and summer we saw last season it was hard to imagine we would now be paddling around in sodden fields again, but here we are.

Because we had not had weather as cold as we had in the middle of the month for a while, it took a bit of adjusting to.

I am writing this with my feet up by a roaring fire, after an entire day spent thawing water pipes and troughs for the cows.

After an exceptionally mild autumn, winter is definitely here as we discovered first hand when we drove through horizontal sleet on the way up our hill to collect a snow-covered quad bike left there at a gathering a few days earlier.

And just like that December has come around yet again, somehow even faster than last year and that means one thing and one thing only: the yard is like a nonstop, revolving door of people known for their sixth sense of arriving when a kettle has just been

I have joined the NFU, which is not a phrase I ever thought I’d say.

Winter has definitely announced its arrival to the Great Orme. With the timely delivery of my eBay purchase, an all-weather combating Swanndri coat, the strong winds and horizontal rain have also arrived.