This might be a bit late… but here are three yummy recipes for using foraged fruit such as apples, blackberries and raspberries. Foraged Fruit Crumble Crumble is the obvious choice of course, and I discovered that an assembly line of small boys makes it light work indeed. I actually never use a recipe for […]
Back when I decided to shift the focus of this blog towards all things home-based, I explored renaming it. I went through all those usual clichés, like Home is where the heart is, and so on, but someone had always beaten me to it. At last I thought I had got a unique one in […]
I’ll be straight with you: This past Easter season has been too glorious to be spent indoors blogging. In southwest Blighty we have been mightily blessed with hours of sunshine and warmth. So here’s a pictorial tour of God’s beautiful creation as it has been unfolding in our gardens. (Warning: this post contains lots of […]
We have kept chickens for a couple of years. It’s been an interesting and steep learning curve. Mr Baker hadn’t had much to do with animals before, but in addition to building the run and the house, he is now a dab-hand at catching the blighters. (Actually, truth be told, he is crazy about […]
The crocuses and irises at the top of our front lawn have emerged to signal the arrival of spring, aren’t they spectacular? This week we have all been helping to get things underway down on the farm – from the largest to the smallest. Well, not so much the very smallest, unless you count eating […]
I just love a good pun, especially a good, accidental pun. Which this one is, believe it or not. I have been charged by Mr Baker with the task of attempting to document our annual efforts at semi-self-sufficiency (bit of a mouthful, I know, but ever such a delicious one.) This then is the first […]
It’s been a beautiful and busy summer for us. Here we are at the Field of Dreams, the UK’s largest wildflower meadow, down in our corner of Somerset. We’ve harvested and eaten hundreds of strawberries (Pimms, anyone?), watched the World Cup, broken a leg (literally), had the archery set out lots, celebrated ten years of […]
The chick formerly known as Uma Bobby Mini Priscilla (everyone wanted to name this one) turned out to be just Bob.