A Friday in December

It can be a bit of a glum time of year to walk around the farm. The days are getting shorter and everywhere looks a bit dull now that the scarlet hips and haws have all but gone from the hedges and most of the beautifully coloured autumn leaves have fallen. And it’s muddy. Place

Pausing

The last day of 2020 and I’m pressing the Pause button. Rewinding through 2020 wouldn’t take long and fast forwarding through 2021 to plan anything would be folly