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.
These days, we have an intensely complicated relationship with predators of any sort – even more so when it comes to reintroducing them.
One of Wales' greatest natural resources is disappearing.
Keen young stalkers' rifles are gathering dust while deer populations continue to rise
A troll is a troll, no matter which side of the bridge you are on.