They say farming is in the blood – but anyone from a farming family knows that isn’t true.

It isn’t in the blood.

It’s in the marrow of your bones, in the skin of your fingers, cracked and raw from freezing nights in the lambing shed, from the stoop of your back from lifting heavy bales, from the depths of your soul trying to make it work, make a living, make a life.

Read about the history of Cannon Hall Farm.