Moving Times

Two weeks ago, The Gentleman Farmer ceased paid employment, and this week, we completed the sale of our home in East Yorkshire. We had lived in this small town for 27 years, and in this former vicarage, a Victorian house in 1/3 acre of garden for more than 20 of those years.

We raised our children there, held parties, laughed and cried; so many happy memories. We spent time and energy turning a house into a home.

We have sold to a lovely young couple, with children the exact same ages ours were when we moved in, and are confident that the house is in good hands.

However, a house is bricks and mortar. We will so miss the many good friends we have made over the years, and we look forward to welcoming you all to our new home.

Hiatus

hiatus

hʌɪˈeɪtəs/

noun

1. a pause or break in continuity in a sequence or activity.

Apologies for our absence. A recent comment nudged me to explain the recent gap in posting. At the end of July, I was diagnosed with breast cancer, following a routine mammogram screen. The weeks since then have passed in a blur of hospital appointments, scans, minor op, and the first of six rounds of chemotherapy last week.

Having nothing interesting to blog about, coupled with an inability to bring just the right words to mind, have left the blog sadly neglected.

Somebody suggested that I blog about the illness and treatment. We won't be doing that. Firstly, there are plenty of health and wellbeing blogs already. Secondly, this blog is about our farm, and thirdly, I am protective of details of my health, to ensure the privacy of my family and other loved ones.

Once my treatment is over, I plan a piece praising the excellent treatment we have received from the NHS, as absolutely no cost to us at the point of delivery. I rail against any plans to privatise this service. I know that it isn't perfect, but when I discovered that each round of my chemotherapy drugs cost £5000, I was amazed. That is Thirty Thousand of your English Pounds, just for the chemo drugs. Not to mention the time of nurses, surgeons, consultants, GPs, lab staff, ancillary staff; associated prescription drugs; operations; scans and a wig, and probably a whole heap more costs of which I am unaware.

So please bear with us - I will get better, our farm will be delayed slightly, but we have big plans, and can't wait to get started properly once my treatment is over in the spring.

I leave you with a gratuitous picture of a blanket I knitted for the youngest person I know. Welcome to the world Baby G - may you have a long, happy and healthy life.

Rhubarb Schnapps

We have made several fruit liqueurs in the past - damson and sloe gin and cherry brandy. They are very popular amongst my friends as an after dinner drink. Last year, at the suggestion of my sister, we tried rhubarb schnapps. I used a Nigella recipe, but found it to be a bit weak and insipid. This year, I'm experimenting!

1. 1kg rhubarb, chopped very finely. I froze this overnight, which has the effect of breaking open the cell walls and allowing the juice to escape. This was far too much rhubarb, but I had loads in the garden - 500g would have been plenty. 

2. Next day, I put the rhubarb into a demijohn, with 200g sugar, and 750ml vodka. I used Sainsbury's standard vodka. I'll taste after about a month, and see if it needs more sugar.

3. I kept this in a cool place, out of direct sunlight, shaking every day for a week (ensuring that all the sugar is dissolved after this time), then every week until the autumn, when I'll strain off the liquid, back into the vodka bottle. 

I'll keep you posted, and look forward to a sip later in the year.

May in the Garden

We continue to find hidden beauties. Tulips .....

.... daffodils still in bloom after those in Yorkshire are long gone ....

.... yellow daisies ....

.... four different magnolia; one not so photogenic this year ....

.... spiky - any idea what this is ....

.... berberis ....

.... acer ....

.... unidentifed foamy blue plant ....

.... redcurrants in abundance ....

.... tiny medlar .... 

.... next door's duck on the pond, keeping down the slugs and snails ....

.... so that we can grow hostas ....

.... and I leave you with a May posy

Teesdale Spring Flowers

We took a drive up the dale and parked near the Cow Green Reservoir. This is on the Moor House-Upper Teesdale National Nature Reserve, 8800 hectares of upland and part of the Upper Teesdale Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty (AONB). It was a beautiful sunny afternoon, as we set off along the footpath alongside the reservoir.

Once we were away from the car parks we saw nobody, apart from one man walking the Pennine Way. He was walking north and planning to pitch his tent for an overnight stay on the moor.

Teesdale is well known amongst botanists for the Teesdale Assmeblage, a group of some 20 plants found in this area. We were absolutely delighted to spot the Teesdale spring gentian, Teesdale violet and mountain pansy.

As we looked across the reservoir we saw the Great Dun Fell radar station, and Cross Fell, the highest point in the Pennines. There were sheep, and we were lucky enough to spot Black grouse and their chicks. This is the weather station, measuring the effects of climate change on upland flora and fauna. 

It was a pleasant walk down to the Cow Green Dam, followed by a scramble over boulders to see Cauldron Snout. This is the longest waterfall in England, though due to its more isolated position,  less well known than the nearby High Force. 

2 June 2016

Curlew Country

We went for a look at Holwick, from where you can walk across fields to High and Low Forces. Today, we decided to walk up a hill, and take in the view. We were able to look down to Holwick Lodge, country home of Lord Strathmore.

We could hear the curlew, but were astonished and delighted to come across this curlew chick, hiding in the grass. Quick photo before we left him and his mum to the moor.

We'll be back to Holwick another time, and pay a visit to the Strathmore Arms. 

2 June 2016

Kirkcarrion is So Bracing

Kirkcarrion, or Caryn's Castle, or Kirk Arran is a well known landmark in Teesdale, and is visible for miles around.

It's a copse of pine trees, surrounded by a low stone wall, atop a hill. The trees are over a tumulus, said to contain the grave of Caryn, a Bronze Age chieftan. In 1804, a farmer used some of the stones to build a wall. subsequently, local landowner, Lord Strathmore, removed many of the grave goods to his home, near Barnard Castle. As a mark of respect, he built the walls around the burial mound at Kirkcarrion, and planted the trees. It is believed that this did not appease Caryn, whose ghost is said to haunt the place still.

Local tradition says it's lucky to climb the hill on Mayday morning; we were a couple of weeks late, but the walk is none the less spectacular for that.

 We parked the car on a side road, and took the footpath up from just outside Middleton.

Soon we were onto open access moorland, so just walked up the hill heading for the trees. We saw plenty of Swaledale sheep, and some curlew; my first sighting close-up.

It was blowing a hoolie, so we raced for the summit, but once among the trees, we could appreciate the views; looking over into Lunedale, with good views of Grassholme reservoir.

Goose Eggs

Our neighbour gave us a brace of goose eggs.

The goose eggs are significantly bigger than a hen's egg; 175g to 60g. The shells are very thick too - I scored around with a serrated knife before cracking. Out of interest, I weighed the shells; 20g to 5g.

The goose egg yolk is very large in relation to the white, giving an even yellower colour to the whisked eggs.




We've never eaten goose eggs before, so put one of them into a quiche, with asparagus and leeks from the Yorkshire garden, and supplemented with a couple of our hen's eggs. I wondered if they might taste a bit "gamey" but couldn't taste and difference. Delicious!

A Flock in the Field

We arrived home to find a flock of Swaledale sheep in the field!

The previous owners had an arrangement with a local farmer to graze his flock here, and until we're in a position to put our own animals on the land, it makes sense for us to continue. He's going to teach us a bit about shepherding in return. I tried to count, but they wouldn't stay still, so our best estimate is 10 ewes and 21 lambs.

* with apologies to Kenny Rogers and Lucille