The other side of the coin

It’s amazing how time flies on a farm – it’s been nearly 7 months since Donald wrote ‘The Yorlin’s Sang’. I laugh – a little wryly – when I read that he was looking forward to the snow melting …we were to be hit by the ‘beast from the east’ the following month, and buried…

Staying in.

Reading an exchange on Facebook between two people lately (about the ongoing antisemitism row in the UK Labour party), it calls to mind a recent exchange I had with someone on a Scottish Independence page (about some of the ongoing abuse directed toward farmers, due to a lot of them supposedly voting No in 2014…

What I did this summer.

I can honestly say that I haven’t worked this hard since I left New York for a new life in the Netherlands. Oh, I’ve worked hard since then, nobody who knew/worked with me during my time in Amsterdam would say otherwise. But my life in NYC meant regular 72-hour work weeks, with 4am ‘dinners’ after…

View from the Hill – Sheepish Love

I’ve been on a steep learning curve in the sixteen months since I moved to the Highlands to live with D on the family farm. I’ve learned to build and repair fences, and harvest, bale and wrap haylage (a wetter brand of hay). I’ve learned to use a compost toilet, and all about the different…

Options

Yesterday, D and I climbed to the highest point on the farm, a small hump atop the flat-topped hill we call ‘the Mesa’.  We leaned against the flag pole there, grateful for the breeze that kept the midges away, looking out over the sun-bathed fields and woods below, wondering if this would be a better…

Why Boris scares me more than Trump

Watching Andrew Marr’s interview with Boris Johnson Sunday morning was educational. And terrifying. Because it made three things clear to me: Why he and the pro-Brexit faction he belongs to really are pro-Brexit, why him being Prime Minister would be a disaster for the UK and especially any part that isn’t the ‘Home Counties’; and…

Holiday wishes

About 2 ½ years ago, I was offered the gift of a place to stay in Scotland, while I tested the personal and professional waters in this country I’ve long been fond of. A chance to discover whether my long-distance infatuation for it would turn to love once I met it up close. Since then,…