Five years ago this week, the Beast from the East held its icy grip on farms across the country, sheep were buried alive under many feet of snow, the thawing of frozen pipes became a daily task and isolated communities were cut off for days on end.
From mud pies to cowpat discus, I loved every second of being brought up in a farming setting and give all the credit for who I am today to those who surrounded me in the process.
I know for other parts of the country it’s practically summer, but here in the Scottish Borders spring is just around the corner at last.
Last July, Isobel and I sold eight hectares of hay to a man who contacted us through Facebook.