From her smallholding in the heart of West Somerset, Bec Briar spins wool from her own flock of sheep and hand-weaves it into beautiful blankets and scarves

WHEN FRIENDS Helen James and Beth McCorrie were offered a bundle of rare-breed fleeces that was destined for landfill, they knew they couldn’t pass up the opportunity – and this decision was to become

TUPPING HAS begun here, and the Ballachly white sheeps are busy making our next season’s lambs. It’s hot and heavy in that field! Think nightclub, 3am, “Hello my darling!”, a quick knee trembler round

When I entered the world of snowdrops over 30 years ago, I quickly came into contact with some formidable female galanthophiles. They often wore hats and they nearly always had a silver snowdrop brooc

There was a time when almost every arable field in England was bounded by a hedgerow. It has been estimated that between 1750 and 1850, around 2,000 miles of hedgerow were being planted every year, li

Following Adam Henson’s excellent article on British wool (November issue), I would like to mention that British wool is used in the compost I purchase from Cumbria. It is brilliant for tomatoes, grow