The sleepy, unspoilt parish of Edgmond, which includes the hamlets of Adney, Calvington, Caynton, The Buttery, Edgmond Marsh and Sidlington (‘total population 2,062’, according to the latest census), lies on the edge of the fertile north Shropshire plain—rich, lush land that stretches away flat in every direction.
Apart from a slight disturbance in 1066, when a Saxon called Leuuin was forced to hand it over to Roger de Montgomery, a rumour that Ozzy Osbourne was living on the High Street during the 1970s and having the lowest temperature weather ever recorded in England (in 1982), it’s fair to say that not much has happened in the area since it was first settled and farmed some 4,000 years ago.
Indeed, from the picturesque 13th-century church, the friendly village shop and the general air of peace and quiet, you might never guess that it is home to Harper Adams, without question one of the country’s most interesting and important agricultural institutions.
How interesting and important can an academic institution that is devoted solely to agriculture actually be? The answer is: extremely. Thanks to the combined challenges of climate change, sustainability and food security, there’s an urgent need not only to provide the next generation of farmers and agronomists with all the knowledge and practical skills they require, but also for research and development.
There are, in fact, more than 70 British universities and colleges offering tertiary agricultural, veterinary and food science qualifications. Each has its own philosophy, expertise and traditions, so choosing between them is no easy matter. Yet, in any discussion about this area of learning, the name Harper Adams comes up repeatedly.
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