Category Archives: Farming
Cave Carnem…..
With regards to posting on this blog, I’ve been remiss of late. My mind has been full of pictures and my fingers appeared to have run out of ink. And yet, there I was staring at the blank white sheet … Continue reading
burning question…..
Atavistic memories of the word “incinerator” recently started to shuffle around the corridors of my mind but the events surrounding that word remain in soft focus. There was a point in my childhood when several parts of our family shared a house … Continue reading
playing it safe….
Living where and how we do acts as a prophylactic, a spiritual condom that shields us from the reality of the ever more imaginative madness of mankind. Growing old in peace is not an unreasonable expectation yet it is becoming an increasingly rare luxury and … Continue reading
egg tempera..ment
Like a sun tanned Humpty Dumpty, I am cracked and broken. As with H.D, I am basically a good egg but fragile. The last few days have provided me with a cogent and flawless argument against the extension of the … Continue reading
DNR….
It has been a long time since I spent so much time in London. My mind’s pulse is at last returning to the slow, steady rhythm of our chosen home place. During the last week we have had two small … Continue reading
Making the beast with two backs…..making it do what?
When I first heard this phrase, apparently loaded with sexual euphemism, it only brought to mind my vain attempts to create animal silhouettes on a wall in the beam of a torch. As a schoolboy I was more than a … Continue reading
Beau laid……
Sitting by my computer I can see and hear the rain lashing against my window, making me remember the sun and blue skies of yesterday afternoon when the sun light seemed to saturate the colour of everything that it touched. … Continue reading
Time to draw a line in the breadcrumbs
The sheep in the adjoining field are very keen on bread, in all its varied forms. They are keen on it because we, not being farmers but eaters of farmers’ produce, have fed them the bread, for which we have … Continue reading
Gimme a red courgette….
This is a fine example of the failure of language through intonation. One slip of a consonant and the farmer, formerly known as Vince, is staring at the curvy rear end of a rosey courgette cropper rather than the rude … Continue reading
