On Sunday 14th June we were delighted to welcome around forty family members, friends, neighbours and fellow travellers to Green Sheep Camping and Goetre Farm to celebrate becoming a Partner in Action with the Christian conservation charity A Rocha UK. The day was never intended to be a formal launch. Rather, it was an opportunity […]
When we first set up a simple wildlife camera at Green Sheep Camping back in March, we weren’t quite sure what we would capture. Since then it has revealed everything from ravens and buzzards to jays, giving us a fascinating glimpse into the everyday lives of our wild neighbours. Most recently, however, the camera has
There’s a moment at Green Sheep Camping when the day finally exhales. The last mugs of tea cool, the hedgerows settle, and the meadow — so busy with bees and butterflies just hours earlier — hands the shift over to an entirely different workforce. Under the stars, Pembrokeshire’s moths take flight. Most people think of
At Green Sheep Camping, wildlife is not something that happens “elsewhere”. It is part of the everyday rhythm of the land — overhead, along the hedgerows, and just beyond the field margins. Recently, we set up a wildlife camera to quietly record what passes through and over the site. What it has revealed is a
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The New Inn Stream (after Edward Abbey) The New Inn Stream is not famous. It has never inspired a postcard, a pilgrimage, or a sentimental poem written by someone who drove here in a hybrid and felt absolved by the scenery. It is a ditch with ambitions—a narrow, persistent ribbon of water leaking out of
The New Inn Stream is not a large and iconic waterway. It is a small and rather nondescript stream that starts its life in the emergence of countless springs in corners of fields and hedges, and then gathers the runoff that the Pembrokeshire rain washes from the fields, roads, driveways, and gardens that make up
“People who live at the lower ends of watersheds cannot be isolationists — or not for long. Pretty soon they will notice that water flows, and that will set them to thinking about the people upstream who either do or do not send down their silt and pollutants and garbage. Thinking about the people upstream
Stop scrolling — this is about mud, hedgehogs, and soil the consistency of blancmange. Before English speakers borrowed the Latin name February, this time of year had a far more honest title in the Anglo-Saxon calendar: Solmōnaþ (sohl-mo-nath). In Old English, sol meant mud or mire, and monath simply meant month — the ancestor of
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“A bird the size of a leaf fills the whole lucid evening with his note, and flies” Wendell Berry Sabbath Poems VI, 1996 Shifting Baselines That Heal Sometimes shifting baselines take you by surprise—and then blow your mind. Last week, I visited a remarkable place: a rewilded valley near Carmarthen, home to what might
Sometimes it is hard to find hope. The news cycle is relentless. The world seems increasingly shaped by hard men who bully, kill, and treat the planet like a giant cash machine to enrich themselves. As a vet, this past week I—along with others—had to make the difficult decision to humanely end the life of
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