In the midst of winter, the sun often shines in Stonesdale, as it did today… perhaps you’ll get rainbows when you come to stay!
Summer in Stonesdale
There are few better places to experience the joys of the English summer than the Yorkshire Dales, and Stonesdale – perfectly situated at the very top of Swaledale – is among the finest of all.
After the sales
Sales are over, and things are a little quieter in Stonesdale. Here are two of our acquisitions – excellent tups (rams) who will bring vigour to our flock.
Looking forward to Christmas at Brystone
The Christmas period is a special time in the Dales, and if you choose to spend it here with us at Brystone you can look forward to a well-set table for your Christmas meals!
Our prize-winning lamb
On September 2 we were at Muker Show, a traditional agricultural show in a nearby village. It’s one of our favourite shows, and we were very pleased that this lovely lamb – pictured here with Brian – won its class!
Stonesdale in Spring
The Dale is beautiful all year round, but these two photographs show what we enjoy in Spring, when every living thing is waking up after a long winter.
Summer and winter
On a frosty morning it’s always nice to remember what the fields are like in summertime…
Christmas
Christmas Time in Brystone cottage.
Local wildlife
Black Cock in the fields around West Stonesdale 30/12/2014
Haymaking
The farming year goes through the same stages every year, and one of the most exhausting is haymaking. These days we have tractors and balers to help, but I remember when it was all done by hand, and we needed lots of help to cut and gather in the hay so that our sheep and cows could be fed over the winter.
The poet John Clare describes haymaking beautifully in his sonnet – but for us it means long days and lots of work!
Tis haytime & the red complexioned sun Was scarcely up ere blackbirds had begun Along the meadow hedges here & there To sing loud songs to the sweet smelling air Where breath of flowers & grass & happy cow Fling oer ones senses streams of fragrance now While in some pleasant nook the swain & maid Lean oer their rakes & loiter in the shade Or bend a minute oer the bridge & throw Crumbs in their leisure to the fish below ---Hark at that happy shout---& song between Tis pleasures birthday in her meadow scene What joy seems half so rich from pleasure won As the loud laugh of maidens in the sun.
John Clare (1793-1864).