When farming days are (finally) done.
My retirement from arable farming has been gradual, somewhat unorthodox and easier than it could have been, but I have to acknowledge that the final cord connecting me to my old acres has been cut.
My retirement from arable farming has been gradual, somewhat unorthodox and easier than it could have been, but I have to acknowledge that the final cord connecting me to my old acres has been cut.
Somewhere in this process, thinking has to change.
Since water was privatised by Mrs Thatcher, there has never been any actual competition within the market.
How many foxes do we need to kill in order to raise the productivity of the species we’re conserving?
In a world obsessed with optimisation, perhaps the countryside has something to teach us about the value of friction, inefficiency and taking the long way round.