The Colour Purple – The Intrepid Wool Grower

The Colour Purple – The Intrepid Wool Grower

Isn’t it strange that often it’s the briefest encounter one has with another human that has the most lasting impact? During my years as a mineral economist in the City, I was lucky enough to live close to Regents Park and I loved to spend time there, usually walking...
Apologies to Leo – The Intrepid Wool Grower

Apologies to Leo – The Intrepid Wool Grower

Leo, the cat, has a very odd relationship with food. Put any range of tasty morsels in front of him and he merely sits there looking vaguely offended. He only eats dry cat pellets and more specifically only one brand and one flavour, namely fish. But he does this with...
Unexpected Consequences – The Intrepid Wool Grower

Unexpected Consequences – The Intrepid Wool Grower

Ahead of Brexit (remember that?), I was concerned about being able to ship my duvet stock from Italy where it is manufactured. So before any potential window of opportunity could close, I placed a huge order and then shipped the lot to the UK. Our stock room was...
Laughter is the Best Medicine – The Intrepid Wool Grower

Laughter is the Best Medicine – The Intrepid Wool Grower

As a child growing up in South Africa I have a vivid memory of that little C5 size magazine called Readers Digest. Specifically I recall the section headed “Laughter is the best Medicine” and I regularly read the amusing anecdotes that followed. They were always very...
The Curious World of Chickens – The Intrepid Wool Grower

The Curious World of Chickens – The Intrepid Wool Grower

I don’t suppose many people give chickens a second thought other than to wonder how to cook them. But I enjoy living with my little clutch of hens and find them really interesting. Did you know that they can change colour? I have, for example, what used to be a...
Nearly Brought to Book – The Intrepid Wool Grower

Nearly Brought to Book – The Intrepid Wool Grower

My sisters and I used to call my grandmother Mrs Cottonreel. She was a ferocious reader, gobbling up 3 books a week, even when in her 80s she suffered from failing eyesight. When she passed away, my mother and I cleared her house, a home of four decades. Imagine our...

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