Musings whilst feeding Lazza

It was down to me this evening to give Lazza his "bedtime" feed and whilst leaning on the gate in the moonlight gazing up at the stars and the planes on their final approach to Christchurch airport I thought to myself "Yup it doesn't get much better than this"

Why?

Well.
For me, Ben, farming has always been in my blood and I have lived in the countryside all but 3 years of my life.
To be able to lean on the gate I hung earlier that week feeding what will be our Easter lunch next year whilst contemplating the fencing to be done tomorrow for me is my piece of heaven.
To have your own land, to rear your own meat and grow your own vegetables is a dream come true for Clare and I and to do it in such a fantastic place as Canterbury is icing on the cake.

Happy as a pig in muck? You bet ya

Oh yes pigs, they'll be here in late Oct