The last few months have taken their toll on our ‘charming 17th century farmhouse’. Dust, dogs, and too much furniture that doesn’t really have a place have left everything in a bit of a state. None of that matters, of course, the important thing being The Malabar in all its luxurious perfection. But when one of our guinea pig B&B guests came over from her clean and smart bedroom for a cup of tea in our kitchen and said ‘oh, what a lovely farmyard!’ we knew it was time for a housekeeping rethink (and that was before the chickens discovered the cat flap entry point and the new spring lambs got brave enough to wriggle through the stock fence into the veg patch). Life in the country is far from perfect. Its not romantic, at all, and it isn’t always pretty. But that’s ok; we’re getting used to living in our farmyard.