The farming season is at full tilt with youngstock arriving, as Tessa Waugh enjoys a morning herding renegade calves and channelling her inner rejoneadora
When we first moved here, I can remember telling a farming friend from Wiltshire about our new home. “It sometimes feels as if the world is happening elsewhere,” I said.
“That’s probably true of farming everywhere,” he told me.
And never more than now. With all hell letting loose around the world, it’s business as usual here on the farm. Calving has nearly finished and lambing is imminent. Everyone in sheep farming goes into lockdown at this time of year anyway, barely leaving home apart from the odd trip out to buy supplies.