My Farming Life

Fallowlees sits defiantly against the Northumberland weather, just as she has done for hundreds of years. She is the last stand against the march of the monoculture softwoods, as the forest has slowly enveloped all of the other farms. Modern society has left her well alone, a relic of the past: there is no telephone line, no mains electricity, gas or water. She has barely changed from when she was built all those centuries ago.


It is always a relief when I turn the final corner on the shingle track home through Harwood Forest and see Fallowlees Farm between the parted trees. Home.