meddwl am goed – coed sy'n meddwl
These are my two big failings as a gardener, and I was thinking about them today as I realised we'd lost the redcurrants after harvesting only a handful of early ones. A few days ago, the main redcurrant tree was full of lovely redcurrants. Now it is empty. And the reason it's empty is because... Continue Reading →
Brilliant news - thanks to some very generous donations we have already raised over £200 to put towards funding our Pony Access carts! *dances around with glee, scares the ducks* So we've decide to expand the fundraising target to £700 - you can donate any amount, big or small, on https://ko-fi.com/nantymeillion . We will be... Continue Reading →
We have two new ponies at Nantymeillion and yesterday they precipitated a mass horse breakout. Followed, as soon as we had fixed the gate Mal had kicked down (yes, we know it was Mal, even if he is Heather's golden boy), by another mass breakout. Followed almost as soon as we had rounded them up... Continue Reading →
Sorry it's been a while since my last post. After I promised faithfully to blog more I promptly dropped off the face of the Internet. Partly this is due to connection problems at the Meddwl Coed house which have since been resolved, and partly because I've been just too darn tired with all the fresh... Continue Reading →
This is Ed. Ed is our first farm animal if you don't count The Ungardeners and their "help". He's a small draft cob with great big feet like Pan from Pan's Labyrinth, and he will be helping is with harrowing and mowing and general pulling things about the farm. As we're trying to avoid using... Continue Reading →
Good news, everyone! We are moving from our current base in Bristol next Thursday - that's a week today (eek!). We will be moving to Ammanford, only a ten minute drive from our lovely Nantymeillion, so we will be able to be up there every day planting and building and creating our long-awaited future. It... Continue Reading →
We camped out at Nant-y-Meillion last Sunday night. We were intending to stay Monday night as well, but as the temperatures plummeted from a positively balmy -1 down to a rather nippy -6 and we began trying to work out if we could sledge all the way from field 5 to Richard's farm further down... Continue Reading →
It's NOT the end of the world as we know it, but I do feel fine... I missed the 4.5 earthquake that rocked South Wales and the West Country on Saturday because I was in Brighton on a hen (a hen do, not an actual hen. I know this is a kind of farming blog... Continue Reading →
Who would be brave enough, or stupid enough, to camp overnight, in the pouring rain, in January? *looks askance at Roz* Well, that would be us. Partly to be there for deliveries in the morning, and partly to see if we could. One of the distinguishing features of Nant-y-Meillion is the mud. Thick, sticky, clay-y... Continue Reading →
