We moved here with an average age a few months over 40 and no prior experience of, or family links to, farming. So how did that happen? Well, after moving away from a densely populated town and spending a couple of years living in a village on the edge of the moors we had started to think about getting an allotment. But it turned out that the queue was ten years long and growing so we began with a few planters in the garden for herbs and strawberries. Then came the ducks, two white Campbells living in a run at the bottom of the garden and our eyes were opened to keeping stock. As we read more we discovered the world of smallholding and soon the idea of fattening a couple of pigs was also part and parcel of a future vision.