I often consider the unique challenges of farming the Great Orme.
You take for granted what you see every day. I think of this as I catch a glimpse of the Red Arrows practicing above me, which is so commonplace here during winter as to go almost unnoticed.
We are still shut down with TB. It is rumbling slightly, with one reactor in each of the past two tests. Obviously it is sod’s law that the best heifer had to go.
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.