The joy of lambs

LIZ and KELVIN FLETCHER share the secrets of their farm’s amazing residents

AS I WRITE this, it is New Year’s Day. You, of course, will read it sometime later on, but still I’d like to wish everyone a Happy New Year. The cycle of our wee ball of dirt around the Sun, and its w

IN the rolling hills of Edgworth in Lancashire, something truly delightful is happening. Wedding guests are laughing, the countryside hums softly, and a group of bow-tied llamas – and a diva sheep – a

In her regular column on village life, Paula reveals that country life is incomplete without a dog, and why Lady Dashwood (a small yet mighty dachshund) rules the roost at Sutton HQ

IT began as an unremarkable day. Leaves falling into mud on the riverbank, the sun shy behind ink splodged clouds. Jays screeching in the oakwood. I stopped. Mammal tracks drew my eyes. I knelt. These

I LIFT my head to the weak sun and give thanks for having survived another winter. It’s good to see the lane is passable, even if there are ruts and puddles. However, I can still see the bones of icy,