the beekeeper
I am not the beekeeper of this operation. Adam is. I’ve never really been particularly interested in bees, they were always Dad’s gig,
I am not the beekeeper of this operation. Adam is. I’ve never really been particularly interested in bees, they were always Dad’s gig,
Well hello! It feels like a year since I've been around here. A year's worth of stuff has whizzed by, surely. Phonecalls, emails, planning planting
… chilling out after a big weekend of markets (Berry! Wonderful! Have I told you how much I love doing produce markets?!) … being
We had a cracker of a weekend, highlighted by an out-of-the-park record breaking market day yesterday. Out of the park. We're overwhelmed by the
Every farm has sheds. Sheds that are full of stuff because as any farmer will tell you, you can't throw anything away. There is some
It was only three days ago that I suggested to Ad that we Roundup the organic market garden. (How's that for full disclosure? No
You know we've been kicking along here on the farm for a year, running the market stall for six months ahead of that. We're
This farm has always had beehives. Well not always always, but Dad was maybe twelve when he got his first hive? That's some years (due
Hello! Sorry if you've called in here over the last couple of weeks to find us out, we've had a technical shocker. Internet service isn't
Our coffee harvest has always been picked by an army of Dad's mates. They show up in November and December in pairs and gangs