This one’s for the boys….

After several years of emasculation living with 6 females, Restoration Boy has gone to extremes and built himself a Man Cave Deluxe.  I mean, it has all the bling.  Three-quarters Yorkshire boarding, three tastefully rounded, roller-shuttered entrances, skylights, mid-grey concrete panelling, electricity, water, galvanised steel thingies…and everything.   Even RG has to admire its sheer scale and adaptability.  It even has room for RB’s broken-down forklift (or ten).

Farmageddon Shed Man Cave
Farmageddon Shed Man Cave Panoramic View

The shed apparition has been greeted by our neighbouring farmers with a thorough teeth-sucking and an “aye, ees spent a few bob” flicker in their eyes.  Thank goodness for agricultural government grants I say!  It’s already coming in darn useful for storing grain, children’s scooter races and sheltering from the Yorkshire weather.  Things are on the up at Farmageddon!


Until next time (when we raise the roof!)….

Kat xxxx

Harvest Hippies

Last week we began our harvest at Farmageddon.  Restoration Boy was in orbit.  Even RG had a little “moment”.  As we watched the combine devouring the barley that we (actually our lovely neighbour!) had sown all those months ago, some new thoughts settled with the dust. Perhaps it was the balm of a harvest sunset or perhaps I’d just taken too many Clarityn :-).  But for the first time, I was beginning to truly love this place.





Farmageddon’s grains have been sold this year for whisky, beer and biscuits.   Result.

Harvest felt like a natural cause to celebrate.  We partied like Pagans.  In an Airstream.  At the top of a muddy field.  The only thing we were missing were some standing stones and a ritual sacrifice (not strictly true – the bbq sausages got pretty toasted).

We watched the Yorkshire sun set and went for midnight walks by the river.   We lit fires and camped out under the sky.  We went on an ancient tree quest. We started to get closer to the soil, to discover Farmageddon’s nooks and crannies; the farm was slowly unfurling itself to us. I feel like a sense of trust is developing between us and the farm; as she sees that we seek to take care of her, and love her, so she reveals more of her wild beauty to us.  The more we sow and reap from this place, the more gratitude we feel towards it.  So this adventure has brought us city dwellers some insights into humanity’s deep attachment to the land, and in doing so, perhaps I understand a little more about how human beings develop such an indelible feeling of home.

Until next time, Kat xxx