The Chicken House Blog

Forsham’s take on chickens and life in general

Dillson

Hurriedly stopped in the lane outside Forsham Cottage stood a little grey van. The driver, farmer Humphrey’s was skewed awkwardly across the passenger seat. His attempts at gaining our attention being hindered by an assortment of dogs and a seat belt.” Has he still got all his bits”, he shouted, “has the dog been cut“ […]

Tumble Drier or Dead Trees ……

Cindy and I  have always had a hankering for an old house with beams and an inglenook fire place. We wanted a house that smelt of stew, wood smoke, old church and bees wax polish.  But properties like that came at  a premium  ( over £30,000 in 1976 )