Spring feels on the verge of being sprung, with the slow quiet dark of winter poised for the leap. Seeds are being sorted, separated, sown and sprouted; the dexter cows are eager for a galloped separation to the hill whereas the Muirshearlich blackface hill sheep have slowly been sorted in close for in-bye sprouting of another kind (lambing). Our first crop of purple sprouted broccoli is emerging and the toil of bed preparation is nearly over – just in time as it’s nigh time to get stuck in…
Looking good keep up the good work. Like the seed seive