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Getting Ready for Winter at Quabbs: Fires, Fleece & Frosty Mornings

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Happy November (already!) As the last golden leaves tumble from the trees and the hills don their winter coats, life at Quabbs shifts into a slower, cosier rhythm. The air turns crisp, the nights draw in, and everything seems to settle into a contented hush. But before we tuck ourselves in for the season, there’s plenty to do to make sure the farm, the cabin, and ourselves are ready for winter’s arrival.

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Wellies, Work & Weekends: The Double Life of a Farmer-Teacher-Cabin Owner

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Some people have a work-life balance. We have a work-work-work balance, with a side of sheep and a smattering of sawdust. By day (weekdays, that is), I wander through the corridors of a large city school, responsible, polished (ish), and professional. By evening and weekends, I swap the sensible shoes for wellies, the whiteboard markers for sheep feed, and the staff meetings for cabin bookings. My husband, the builder, floats somewhere in between, existing in a perpetual state of sawdust-covered brilliance.

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Paul, Hear Me Out: A Tale of Bargains, Junk, and Patience

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It’s a very good job that:

Paul trusts me.
Paul has a good sense of humour.
Paul is patient.
Paul is forgiving.
Paul has a van and fetches things.
Paul knows me inside out.

Otherwise, we may not actually be celebrating 35 years of marriage this year. I might be a sad and lonely old woman, surrounded by junk and animals. But, let me tell you, these things happen to me—and more often than you’d think!

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The Farmer’s Wife

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As we stumble through the sticky mud of farming life – many things spring to mind, not least that I was referred to as a ‘farmer’s wife’ for the first time. I was proud, I was tickled pink, then I was a bit annoyed and then I questioned it and then I thought I am NOT a farmer’s wife – I am a farmer.

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Some places just call to you. For us, after nearly 30 years of travelling across North America—from vast mountain ranges to remote cabins tucked away in the wild—we felt a pull to create something of our own. A place where people could truly switch off, reconnect with nature, and experience peace, beauty, and mindful luxury.

How did it all start?

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A Haven for Unplugging and Reconnecting We wanted to build somewhere special—a retreat where the outside world could fade away, replaced by birdsong, the whisper of trees, and the simple joy of a sunrise rolling over the hills. A place where guests could wake up slowly, sip coffee on the porch, and let time move

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