Across the dark earth of the ploughed fields there is a strip of bright un-seasonal green where the winter wheat has sprouted. A stray pheasant has taken refuge in the garden, looking for the birdseed that we scatter on the mill wheel over the winter. It is followed by a moorhen trailing behind on impossibly long legs. We are planting this month, putting back the line of the old hedgerows where we can. Walnut field to the South is often full of curlews watched from the paddock by the idle rams. At night I flick through the seed catalogues; imagining all the work involved between now and the summer months has already been done and the riotous blooms are in the garden; a long way from the glossy page. Contact Us. Contact resource@oldparkfarm.co.uk For further product details, more information and if you would like to comment on our product's performance. |