The landscape is transformed by the snowfall. Two mute swans fly low overhead, their sound of their large, rhythmic wings...Continue reading→

Late last summer I was 50 and I decided I would like fruit trees as birthday gifts, so that my...Continue reading→

It appears that the ewes and lambs all had a cosy night. We have a final total of 11 lambs...Continue reading→

After the extraordinary and somewhat unseasonal weather over the last week, we had a forecast for snow and with the...Continue reading→

For those of you who have stayed at The Lint Mill, you will know that the sitting room prints are...Continue reading→

Yesterday, we had a very sad day. We found two of our lambs drowned in the river. The river is...Continue reading→

It’s April Fool’s Day and it’s time to move the horses onto the summer paddocks. The hilly paddock that we...Continue reading→

Today lambing started at The Lint Mill. Our neighbours’ Shetland tups Fudge and Picasso ran with our breeding ewes for...Continue reading→

Last year, my friend Dave said that the lie of this land suggested it could be a terminal moraine. A...Continue reading→