A blissful half hour walking the fence line with the hens in the forest garden (it only takes one deer!). It’s an area 0.3h of the whole 3.85h croft land and full of fruit trees and bushes. The alder thicket seems to have grown by magic! The only thing flowing through the fence line today is water.

Living in the lap of luxury being with these trees as they grow above my head.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *