In 2005 we moved from a life in the city to a sixteenth century farmhouse in the Clwydian hills in North East Wales. The house sits on the side of green valley with views up towards the ancient hillforts of Penycloddiau and Moel Arthur, one of the many places in the west of the United Kingdom where King Arthur is reputed to be buried.
This is the bakehouse, painted white, which still contains the old bread oven. The lower buildings are two stone built pigsties which we use as log stores. Beyond, up on the horizon, is the heather covered mount of Moel Arthur.
We keep hens. This is a white bantam Wyandotte. We also have a Welsummer cockerel and two Frisian hens, two Welsummer hens and three Light Sussexes.
We have two acres of land and grow most of our own fruit and vegetables. Learning what will grow up here has been an interesting experience and has left me more passionate than ever about the belief that you must grow what loves you and your soil and conditions. Artichokes, for example, love it up here. Carrots don't. So we no longer struggle to grow carrots.
Poppies love us. Delphiniums don't.
This blog records our life up here, our garden, and my random musings on life, families, ageing, making things, cooking things, living lightly on the planet and having as good a time as you can. I hope you enjoy it.