I scare sheep far too easily to become a true Welshman .../
Sweet stinking cattle of Brough Hill - our machinations are latched on to you by German engineering suck you near to dry .../
We trampled under re-tugged hoods across even wetter open ground like low-eyed parlour-set cattle .../
Under Glynde's grey turbine I know I am irrelevant It is as if my chest's creaks are now unsure ship timbers set grinding by lifts and turns of blown low pressures Her blades swoon over us in that signature revolution She asks of me a greater effort to stand for any time in her shadow … Continue reading Farming Today
I met a rare squabble of sparrows - an old controverse being lost to us .../
Two good legs shunt the shed's herd of black and white hand-numbered hides into the single storey milking parlour ...
They were parked in two lines but not quite furrow straight We walked through the static display of old tractors ...