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Well Hello There!

It's been a while since I've blogged, so much so I think blogging has maybe gone out of fashion a little. But that's okay, I'm always happy to plough my own furrow in life. In fact I think it's important to walk your own path rather than try to piggyback on someone else's.

I'm Emma, I live in the English countryside with a veritable assortment of feathery, furry and woolly friends. I'm also addicted to making things. About the only thing I've never tried making is my own shoes, or rather wellies would be more practical! I'm probably what's described as eclectic and I have a varied set of interests which make for a rich life.

The little chap in the picture is Mr Flump, my Pekin cockerel, he's head of his band of Flumpets, or at least he thinks he is. They seem to see him as a bit of a fusspot who finds them inedible treasures such as twigs! Aside from my Flumps I keep Call ducks, Brahmas, and Cream Legbars. I've a small flock of five sheep, and alpaca, Merv the goat who will no doubt introduce himself at a later date, a horse and a dog.

I understand the blog won't be for everyone. One of my biggest bugbears is curated content on the internet, which will never be suitable for someone like me. If I had an account for every interest I'd never find time to do anything. And I personally enjoy seeing well rounded human beings. So the blog will be a mixture of the stuff I enjoy, and it's just a good way for me to do a bit of writing as and when. I hope you enjoy it too.
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