Whats happening

Simon and his workaholic puppy, Morph, spend their days currently looking after all the birds on the farm with broad grins on their handsome faces.  The sun is out, the flora and fauna in this particular corner of Essex are cock-a-hoop as they boisterously strut their hedgerow stuff and the radio is tuned to the cricket on long-wave - agricultural perfection.  Of course you may have noticed that all other farmers are crying into their mead or moaning about the state of world economics - this is due to the unhappy combination of rubbish yields from the harvest coupled to suppressed prices - this does not bother us here at Great Clerkes Farm as eating goose once a week is enough to keep even the most cold hearted of us in fine spirits and pretty much on the verge of untold joy heaped on more joy.

Now taking Easter orders