WHEN we arrived here 10 summers ago, the land felt very different. Grazed hard by the cattle, the pasture ran up to the hedges in an uninterrupted velvety sward. The fields lay open, quietened and empty, with a shadow of the diversity they support today.
Over the course of that first winter in 2011, I combed the land, looking into the knit of the turf to see what it might tell me. The grasses ran thickly where the ground was rich, but, on the thin soils of the higher ground, a more diverse weave of perennials pointed to their potential for meadows. The next summer, we struck a deal with a local farmer and put three-quarters of the land back to meadow. He would have the hay and the grazing in exchange for two loads of ‘black gold’. I was happy to have the manure in exchange for the fields being managed as we wanted and he was delighted with the grazing and the hay.
The five acres below us on the rich slopes that run to the stream were retained for yearround grazing and as an open area of ground for a new orchard and nuttery. The remaining 15 acres were allowed to grow to meadow. We were lucky that the farmer before us had never ploughed the ground and had re-sown it with fast-fix rye grass. As he was notoriously careful with money, neither had it seen chemicals or nitrogen feed.
However, it has not been a case of simply letting the grass grow long. The rich ground where the soil is deep is less conducive to diversity and the grasses grow thickly there at the expense of the flowers. We did see promise where the soil thinned on the higher slopes and, in talking to neighbours, we found that our top fields had once been known locally as the Hospital Fields. Sickly animals had been grazed there to self-medicate on the herbs that grew in the pasture.
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Kitchen garden cook - Apples
'Sweet and crisp, apples are the epitome of autumn flavour'
The original Mr Rochester
Three classic houses in North Yorkshire have come to the market; the owner of one inspired Charlotte Brontë to write Jane Eyre
Get it write
Desks, once akin to instruments of torture for scribes, have become cherished repositories of memories and secrets. Matthew Dennison charts their evolution
'Sloes hath ben my food'
A possible paint for the Picts and a definite culprit in tea fraud, the cheek-suckingly sour sloe's spiritual home is indisputably in gin, says John Wright
Souvenirs of greatness
FOR many years, some large boxes have been stored and forgotten in the dark recesses of the garage. Unpacked last week, the contents turned out to be pots: some, perhaps, nearing a century old—dense terracotta, of interesting provenance.
Plants for plants' sake
The garden at Hergest Croft, Herefordshire The home of Edward Banks The Banks family is synonymous with an extraordinary collection of trees and shrubs, many of which are presents from distinguished friends, garnered over two centuries. Be prepared to be amazed, says Charles Quest-Ritson
Capturing the castle
Seventy years after Christian Dior’s last fashion show in Scotland, the brand returned under creative director Maria Grazia Chiuri for a celebratory event honouring local craftsmanship, the beauty of the land and the Auld Alliance, explains Kim Parker
Nature's own cathedral
Our tallest native tree 'most lovely of all', the stately beech creates a shaded environment that few plants can survive. John Lewis-Stempel ventures into the enchanted woods
All that money could buy
A new book explores the lost riches of London's grand houses. Its author, Steven Brindle, looks at the residences of plutocrats built by the nouveaux riches of the late-Victorian and Edwardian ages
In with the old
Diamonds are meant to sparkle in candlelight, but many now gather dust in jewellery boxes. To wear them today, we may need to reimagine them, as Hetty Lintell discovers with her grandmother's jewellery