THere are a hills full of wild flowers, close to the Anglo-Coat border in the north of the black mountains. If you reach out between yellow And he looked at the bird’s feet trefo and Sward, you can see the swamp orchid struggling over herbs like mini pagodas. In the valley, Boggy, which follows the east and above ridges of the Monnow River, is CEFN, an old Drovers path.
In Cefn, a few marble and white butterflies hurt me like a cyclist peloton, then wandered around the ghosts of the old drivers. The upper sides of the adult wings are a vivid embroidery pattern. The lower parts are more hazy and Joan Miró– I know the farmers, Simon and Anita, whom they danced with the land, and I was excited to tell them.
Farms, sandy and blacks, such as rare breed pigs, to release the seeds of sleep is a plateau that turns braracken. Carefully managed white park cattle perform a similar task, mixing on the ground without excessive work. There is also a plain farm that I visited at the beginning of that day. Here, the fields are sewn with inheritance cereals and instead of spraying anything that is not crops, Simon allows them to grow together. As a result, the fields are full of plants such as common vetch with blue flowers that fix deep roots and nitrogen. Everything helps to protect the health of the soil.
The crop will be harvested soon and the inheritance grains will be separated from herbs and herbs with an old French cereal cleaner. A great old mechanism. When Simon threw a key, he revived, a large, grunted drum that came out of the side for seeds of different sizes. The cereals will then be ground for flour to small -scale ovens throughout the country.
By treating the soil with love, they form a rich humus for future generations and they cannot humiliate. This is food production as a creative action that gives freedom to develop natural systems.
