Midwives were busy last week-end as the lambing season in Blissford got into full swing. Three new in the Blissford flock.

Remarked the Fully Dressed Chef, a vision of demi-mondaine chic; as she and the Squire swept off to an evening at Mottisfont. The highlight at Brook Farm was the formal Cockerle Gifting ceremony, which according to local tradition must take place with all incomers. The elegant Chicken Supremo had come with an equally elegant Thai [...]

Further to assertions made in this week’s Blissford Voice about the lack of recent correspondence from the RWG, my client would like to assure the the good vale folk of Greater Blissford that he just living up to the “reclusive” nature that his name suggests. He is also keen to remind readers that any emails [...]

Apparently there is great deal of interest locally in cooking with tractors. Now of course it will be difficult to give recipes suitable for all makes, but certainly these broad principles will work with the major brands like John Deere, Massey Ferguson and Fordson. You will need:

some swarfega, the big tub with the pump, as [...]

Mad A did have plans to host a Tractor and Fondue party, but found she got too tired running and there seemed to be a significant risk of tripping and falling on your fondue fork. The Baron was concerned that that his pride and joy smelt more like a Welsh Rarebit than a Deere and [...]

Monday: After an attempt at Steep Hill the herd rested outside John and Penny’s and then aided by the staggered runway lights outside Springhill taxied down past Moorcroft to Blissford Cross, then settled for the night at Yewhurst lulling the inhabitants awake the next morning.
Tuesday: at dusk the boys were nose deep in Claire’s hedge [...]

There is no update from the High Herbalist who has now been in his cleverly concealed hide (its a mix of verbena and aloe) for three nights.

Rachel (from Treetopper Castle) was curious about the melodious yodelling heard from down the alp. It seemed to emanate from the Secret Coop at Hillside and she was curious to know why Penny was bringing substantial breaded veal meals out to the coop in the dark. Any news?

Said to have been kidnapped and brought to Blissford by over enthusiastic punters from lower Frogham during a ski break in the Alps, his lyrical “bendey zee neezies” can be heard wafting through the gatehouse at the Mount, where he was incarcerated below stairs, with the skis and boots; clad only in a pair of [...]