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Country Living UK

Country Living UK May 2019

Whether you live in the town or countryside, in Country Living you’ll find a wealth of ideas for your home and garden, learn about traditional crafts, keep informed of rural issues, enjoy irresistible dishes using seasonal produce and, above all, escape the stress and strain of modern-day life.

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United Kingdom
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English
Verlag:
Hearst Magazines UK
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this month…

…we’re talking about living the dream. It means different things to different people, of course, but I think we’ve covered most bases in this issue. What do you dream of doing? Escaping to an island? Cancelling all your commitments and spending a whole week in the garden? Perhaps you fantasise about leaving the rat race behind and starting a simpler life running a tea shop or taking up painting (who doesn’t?). If you find yourself imagining what it would be like to keep bees or chickens or, better still, run a smallholding, perhaps it’s time to stop dreaming and start actually doing it. Take inspiration from The Good Life on page 27 in which two writers – one in the city, one in the country – tell us what they…

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emporium

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may

“Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party!’” the comedian Robin Williams once said, and, if that’s the case, May marks the height of the celebrations. With explosions of blossom and seas of bluebells, there’s nothing shy and retiring about this time of year. Enjoy the exuberance before the more mellow months of summer arrive. “The world’s favourite season is spring. All things seem possible in May”Naturalist and writer Edwin Way Teale DON’T MISS! OPEN STUDIOS CORNWALL From 25 May to 2 June, potters, painters and printmakers will throw open their studio doors for one of the UK’s most enchanting art trails. Taking inspiration from Cornwall’s coast and countryside, local artists – including Caroline Cleave, whose workshop was formerly a coal bunker, and photographer Philippa Bartlett, who is based near Polzeath Beach – will…

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hay-on-wye

POWYS Arty, quirky, bohemian… just some of the words that describe Hay-on-Wye. The Welsh border town – established in the 11th century by marauding Normans – this month sees a friendly invasion of culture lovers to Hay Festival (23 May-2 June). Now in its 32nd year, the UK’s biggest literary festival showcases writers, poets, environmentalists, comedians and musicians in 700 events within a tented village at Dairy Meadows Farm, a 12-minute walk from the centre. Here, every shop front, B&B and hostel dons its best bib and tucker to welcome the world to a community of just 1,500 residents (hayfestival.com). WHAT TO SEE Hay isn’t short of small-town personality, making it well worth exploring outside of the festival, too. It’s surrounded by the natural beauty of the Wye Valley and all the opportunities…

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tales from the blacksmith’s cottage

“Have you seen the new place they’re looking at?” asks my brother. “It’s awful.” This sparks a moment of sibling rivalry because I saw the house particulars only this morning and, as the offspring who hasn’t skipped off to a different continent, I am supposed to get all parental information first – such as house viewings and medical emergencies – and he’s clearly had the jump. “I’m going round it with them tomorrow,” I say, which is really a win because my brother’s in Beirut on assignment, so he’s not seeing it any time soon. We are, however, united in one thing – our strong (possibly excessive) dislike of the prospective property. “It’s really bland,” he grumbles. “Bleak,” I agree. “Poky.” “Horrid.” “That is not a house we’re spending Christmas at,” says the Lawyer. We’re not the…

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the good life in the country

AUTHOR AND JOURNALIST Sally Coulthard I’m always relieved when the lambing season is over. Every year there are some heartstopping moments: ewes with difficult presentations; mothers that don’t take to their newborns; or lambs that fail to thrive. My husband trained at agricultural college but even after ten years of lambing, we’re still learning. Luckily, the farming community is a generous one. Whenever we’ve reached our limits and needed help, it has been given freely by one of the handful of skilled, good-humoured neighbours in the valley. There’s never any talk of money – that would never do – so I’ve lost count of the bottles of wine I’ve left on farm doorsteps over the years. And yet, when the ewes and their newborns are all out in the fields, smallholding life…