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The greatest reward of touring the countryside with microphone in pocket and pen behind ear, is the opportunity for new experiences. Badger Faced Sheep. A name that conjures copious images, but none as pretty as the sheep themselves. I’ve spent a considerable part of my life surrounded by sheep, certainly long enough to get to […]

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One thing is assured, the life of a reporter is always varied, maybe more so when you ply your trade where there’s fewer people and far more sheep… North Yorkshire is a charmed land; through man’s boundaries the county encapsulates two National Parks and three Areas of Outstanding Natural Beauty. My week started in one of them, […]

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Paper-white sheep grazing a hillside stand bright against tempestuous, ravaging skies. Tractor lights burn life into otherwise dark and desolate mornings. Mud clings to wellingtons with unparalleled force. The official onset of winter signals Christmas’ encapsulating joy, but also the suppressing weight of a long walk to summer. It’s a time when the countryside can […]

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I was incredibly honoured and humbled to be awarded the Yorkshire Award for the Countryside at this year’s Yorkshire Awards ceremony in Leeds. The category is sponsored by the Dalesman Magazine and recognises people who have made a positive contribution to the rural scene in Yorkshire. Last year’s winner for example, was Amanda Owen the Yorkshire Shepherdess. […]

How we talk about food is changing. The language of food now centres around locality, seasonal, organic, fresh and many more buzzwords aside. I visit one retailer to see how they’re having to respond to changing consumer requirements and ask if we as consumers really know what we’re talking about. Is it possible for the […]

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The disparities between the countryside and urban areas are easy to see and hear: rolling green hills, the smell of manure and the crack of bird scarers all point to a rural location. Whereas the incessant scream of police sirens, a Costa on every corner and street lights, stun your senses in any city setting. […]

I doubt any of my other blogs will feature a picture of me with the Prince of Wales and the Duchess of Cornwall.  The reason for meeting the Prince (we didn’t bump into each other in a book shop as the photo might suggest) starts with a letter. Imagine a seventeen-year-old boy living in rural North Yorkshire […]