The End Of Farming

I have been describing myself as a peasant in the career section for years now. This style of farming is finished now. If you dont have two hundred head of sheep, or two thousand chickens or plant a thousand tomato plants you can not call yourself a farmer, there is less support (the pen pushers even scoff at you), and the charges are astronomical. What is Organic farming? In my humble opinion it is a farm that supports a family first, and produces good clean untainted food for distribution to the local community and in the modern definition of farming this kind of farm does not find its place.
So as the paperwork evolves the reality is that the garden is so beautiful it is breathtaking. I was thinking of modifying the words to 'Lady in red' to 'garden in green' - I quite enjoyed this the other day with Ivor in the garden. He spent hours rearranging the plant pots, hugging the dog, he only found the basin of old engine oil once, and thoroughly enjoyed spreading the manure with mummy.
On Sunday five of us climbed Bugarech. Having lived in the region for over ten years now it is with shame that I admit to this being my first attempt! Great climb, the boys were fun to be with, walkie talkies, sweets, water, mobile phones, aliens, scary stony slidey bits, windows through the rocks, ubiquious chocolate, beautiful. Thanks to Salix, Fabien, Noah and Tylo for joining me... and everyone that looked after Ivor too!