Farmers need to be recognised as the fourth emergency service
Farmers often act as an unrewarded and unrecognised fourth emergency service. If we lose their knowledge and courage, we’re in trouble
I am passionate about helping people to see what happens on the other side of the farm gate, about unity, community, and solutions rather than problems. And I love a chat!
Farmers often act as an unrewarded and unrecognised fourth emergency service. If we lose their knowledge and courage, we’re in trouble
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One Cotswolds farmer's breathtaking ambition, resilience, and love for the land shows leaves Tom Martin breathless
We can't control the weather. We can change how we farm. Reflections on heat, drought, wildlife, wildfire, livestock and preparing for whatever comes next.
Britain is best seen by train: not as a postcard, but in passing slices of limestone, reservoirs, barley, sidings, suburbs, back gardens and steel bones of tomorrow.
May is the farm at its most alive—light stretching, hedges bursting, birds singing. A month too beautiful, and too fleeting, to spend anywhere else.
Step inside a dramatic High Court battle as farmers challenge sweeping inheritance tax reforms that could reshape the future of family businesses—discover what really unfolded inside the courtroom.
Why would a British farmer fly to Missouri in winter? Because in one room sat forty years of hard-earned farming wisdom—and I wanted to listen.
What happens when you stop and walk a farm for a year? Owls appear, soil speaks, and farming looks very different.
A Budget preaching fairness but silent where buses don’t run and potholes have names — written for tomorrow while rural Britain waits today.
Join our livestream as we look at what Rachel Reeves' Budget statement means for nature, farming and rural communities
Scars are field notes written on skin: rough, imperfect, but proof a life was lived in full. Out here the land leaves its margin notes too—scratched in mud, inked by wire, pencilled by weather. Messy perhaps, but they make the story sing.