Rain was lashing down as I fed the pigs this evening. Then, as I walked up the hill to the sow field, the sun broke through to the west and a rainbow burst into life over the croft. I dashed back to the house, popped the long lens hood on the camera and stuffed the [...]
Read moreThe joys of selling pork
I’ve been inside waiting for a phone call from the abattoir’s delivery driver to say the lorry was parked up on the other side of the valley and waiting for me to collect our boxes of butchered Berkshire pork. The phone did ring, but it wasn’t the driver. It was my sales contact at the [...]
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Faithful to its past
Two hundred years ago, the Hill of Foudland and its Skirts a couple of miles to our north were dotted with slate workings whose workers lived in croft houses of a similar vintage to ours. Our main house has moved far beyond its humble beginnings, but the semi-derelict cottage at the end of our steading [...]
Read moreTougher approach upsets potential customers
We no longer maintain a waiting list for our birth-notified Berkshire weaners as increasing numbers of customers have cancelled their orders at the last minute, even when we have bred litters to suit their timings. For example, we bred two litters to be ready for sale around Easter this year because eight customers wanted weaners [...]
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‘What have we here?’
While clearing and re-organsing the house freezer for the next batch of pork, I found an old trotter lurking in a bottom corner. It had a blue label, making it 12 months old and not really worth cooking except in soup. However, as I mused on what to do with it, a certain Border Terrier [...]
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30 May, 2011


