The Twitter Farmers tending their follower flocks


I started this blog as I wondered if a window into the work I do could be helpful to people in similar roles to me. The blogs I enjoy the most do this and on Twitter, I tend to be more interested in those who share a bit of themselves along with the insight that made me follow them in the first place. These windows into people’s worlds have allowed me to build new, or strengthen existing relationships and have kept me interested in the ‘worthwhileness’ of Twitter.

What is worthwhile is clearly subjective, but I defy anyone not to see value in (or through) the windows that two sheep farmers, one from Wales and one from the Lake District, have opened on their lives. Enter @1GarethWynJones and @herdyshepherd1

If technology is sometimes accused of dehumanising, then these two farmers are humanising something that a lot of us have lost touch with, namely where our food comes from and the daily challenges facing our British farmers. This morning was live tweeting of lambing but I was struck and hooked by the challenges facing both farmers during the winter floods. This and a radio interview with Gareth on Christmas Day which brought some real Christmas cheer.

It really does lend some perspective to all the bleating on (sorry) about train delays and tweeting about how hard we all work that fills up my Twitter stream.

So what does tweeting from the hills of Wales get you? How about a TV show for starters. The BBC’s The Hill Farm, which has just finished its first, and hopefully not last series, took Twitter as a starting point and delivered more Wyn Jones’s, a whole family. It even inspired this lapsed blogger to get off his backside and write something!

So thank you Gareth and Herdwick Shepherd. Thank you for the photos, the stories, the humour and insight and thank you for getting me excited about Twitter again. In the words of the Farmer in Babe, “That’ll do Pig, that’ll do.”


Sisyphus, rocks and why I need the weekend.


Sisyphus. He had a big old rock and was forced to roll it up a big old mountain. It would roll down, he’d roll it back up and so it went on.

Sound familiar? I think about him a lot in my life and work and I’m sure I’m not alone.

Those rocks we’re all pushing up hill (he just had one the lucky bugger) keep on rolling back a touch and it can be frustrating as hell. But as long as they keep edging forwards, there’s progress and that’s all we need, right?

So today, as I ponder on him again, I’m glad that he’s just a myth. If I didn’t believe that my rocks could be pushed up and over the mountain, I’d be lying at the bottom underneath one of them.

Enjoy the recharge of the weekend!


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