I grew up on the edge of town, turn left you where in town, turn right and it was countryside, most weekends and evenings where always a right turn,
Dad was always a very keen gardener, but i enjoyed the fields more, we always had back yard chicken and ducks,
many years later, after working in towns and big cities, i felt like something was missing, the 1st wife hated the countryside, so when we split, i moved back to Devon, i then met helen, lucky for me , Helen had the same wishes in life, so we bit the bullet, and bought a small farm in France….we did hell of a lot of work getting the place up, and we where just at the point of moving over, …….Mum became very ill with alzheimers. so we ended up looking after her for 4 years, it got to the point where there was no option but to put mum into a home, we managed to sell the French place with a heavy heart….once mum had gone in to the home, we felt we where missing something, but sadly prices where getting silly over here,
we didn't want to be to far away, so we looked around south wales and the south west, on one, we where almost ready to complete, but would have ended up with the neighbour from hell..so we kept searching
i came across 20 acres for sale just 50 miles away….man it was steep, until you walked it, so i took helen down to view, helen don't normally swear, but her 1st words where WTF

once she started to walk the land, the ideas came flooding in…so we bought it and now are starting to build our little farm up