Morning Song Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the e...

  After we distilled out the oi l , we put thousands of kilos of old lavender into the cows' stable. The whole farm smelled li...

  We stayed in a Victorian-era boarding house constructed for the hordes of lower class northern English people who used to spend hol...

  On the few days when the ground wasn't frozen, the mud was deeper than knee-high boots.

  Above: beautiful hot milk, the reward for getting up at dawn and undergoing two cold, hay-dusty hours of milking and feeding T...

Breakfast for a grandparent, 2012