Rural Reflections

The uninvited

It’s that time of year when my routine now has to include a daily check of the mouse trap. Most days in January, the “Little Nipper” – now nearly...

Shooting rabbits

When I was about six years old, my father taught me how to shoot. No doubt this was an act of gross irresponsibility on his part. I’m sure that...

Busy doing nothing

About a year ago the government promised us it was on a mission to create a “paradise” for bees. Next weekend I plan to join in with this national...

Bringing home the bacon

I said goodbye to my pigs last week. They were back within days, enjoying an even-more-carefree space, in the freezer.The pigs had spent five months helping clear my overgrown...