Last July, Isobel and I sold eight hectares of hay to a man who contacted us through Facebook.
Spring is still stuttering and stumbling its way into the year, a nice couple of days over the Easter weekend has been followed by a wet and cold Monday, when thoughts of turning a few groups of youngstock have been banished for the time being.
The search continues for a farm weve viewed a few small farms, however weve found that agricultural value and output is completely disjointed from the asking price.
Im writing this in the lull between the indoor lambing of the park ewes and the outdoor lambing of the hill flock which lasts approximately a week and is never long enough.