Growing up on a farm, my Saturdays began at the crack of dawn. The clock would barely strike 5 AM when I'd quietly dress, careful not to...

Our cider apple orchard, filled with traditional West Country apple trees, is a living tribute to my grandfather.

Today was one of those days when everything seemed to go wrong. I spent six hours taking down old fencing and putting up a new electric fenc

While the pressures of modern agriculture have threatened the existence of traditional cider apple orchards.