Caroline Stocks on the obvious combination of journalism, media and farming
Today, I discovered that I like flying in helicopters over farmland. Sometimes my job’s pretty good. Share: Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook share via Reddit Share with Stumblers Tumblr it Tweet about it Subscribe to the comments on this post Tell a friend Print for later
“You youngsters like things big,” the old dear in the back of the taxi said to me yesterday morning, sucking in her cheeks. “We prefer small things – small businesses, small farms. “Whole villages will be ripped up to make way for those giant diary farms, it’s disgusting. I hope the resolution gets passed.” I’d [...]
When I was on holiday in Florida a couple of years ago, I managed to convince my friends to pull our hire car over so I could stop off to take some photos of an orange grove. Not being farmer-types, they had a bit of a whinge about the delay. They couldn’t have cared less [...]
I managed to hold it together until the stereo started blaring out “Where’s your sausage gone?” to the tune of ‘Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep’. It was at that point – stood outside Downing Street in front of a 16ft, shiny, hovering sausage – that I collapsed onto the floor in hysterical laughter. You have to [...]
After the glamour of the Soil Association conference in Manchester last week, this week I’m at the NEC in Birmingham for the National Farmers Union’s annual meeting. With no general election on the immediate horizon, union president Peter Kendall in the hot seat for another year and a DEFRA team widely seen as sympathetic towards [...]
So this is it. After three countries, 101 days, 41 different towns and cities, seven changes in time zone and more than 100 blog posts, I’m on my way home. I’ve met some amazing people along the way, visited incredible farms and businesses, and seen some amazing scenery. I’ve nearly been kidnapped, driven around a [...]
Why do itches always materialise at the most inopportune moments? Say, for example, you’re at the annual Black Friday Aberdeen Angus sale. All around you are stetson-wearing farmers tugging at their ears or tapping their noses as a sign that they want to buy the 30 steers in the pen in front of you. Suddenly [...]
Luckily, Albury is lovely this time of year. I’ve left Dave, Heidi and Isaac’s and headed south-west (after a slight detour and a planned visit to a former gold-mining town now famed for its wine) to Barooga to visit another Nuffield chum, Brad. Brad is someone I really wish I lived near just so I [...]
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After a fantastic week in Innisfail I’ve said goodbye to Marty and my adopted family, Linda, Harvey and Emma. They’ve been fantastic hosts and I’m going to miss them all very much. I hope they’ll consider taking-on the ice and freezing temperatures of the UK one day so I can repay their hospitality. I’ve learnt [...]
