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Blustery smokery & Will’s first smokes!

Good Morning, from what feels like the middle of a serious tempest here in Somerset.  The hatches are very much “battened down” on top the hill here where the smokery sits.  One can’t help but feel a little sorry for Will who having decided to stay on with us long term started his training with […]

New year Sunday ramble

Merry New Year from a jolly chilly Somerset. I have to confess to being rather hopeless when it comes to actually physically seeing the New Year in and fear that I have not managed it for 4 or 5 years!  Mrs P has always been of the opinion that its an overrated and an anticlimatical […]

Nearly Christmas – Sunday ramble!

Good morning from a jolly chilly Somerset.  If the prediction of what happens when “the North wind doth blow” proves to be accurate in the rhyme/song that we used to sing (a long time ago) then I have to confess it won’t just be a question of  “what will poor robin do then, poor thing” […]

Sunday ramble – end of November

Good morning , I hope you are in fine fettle and that you have a good day ahead.  Once I have emptied the cold smokers and got back to Pattisson Towers for lunch I have promised Stan that we will play all the games and do all the jigsaws he was lucky enough to receive […]

Geography homework, polar bears & teeth!

Good Morning from Pattisson Towers where to my right Nancy is wrestling with a particularly arduous piece of geography homework and to my left Mrs P is filling us in on what our illustrious leaders are apparently going to inflict on us next – 48 hours before they condescend to have the good manners to […]

Sunday ramble, Tyna’s birthday & delivery

Good morning, from a wind battered and beyond wet Somerset.  This morning is calm, crisp and beautiful but the last 24 hours have been a tad extreme!  It was raining so hard yesterday that carrying out the simple task of walking back and forth across the car park to our barn from the smokery I […]

Bertie, Jack Leach & some of our friends.

Good Morning, from my kitchen table where the significant debris of a Pattisson family Sunday breakfast has just been cleared away! Along with this is the extraordinary noise of an horrendously repetitive song with lyrics that only appear to contain one word which is, inexplicably, Chihuahua? Please, please do not ask for any explanation as […]

I write to you this morning from our kitchen table, I can hear the boys (Bertie and Stan) in the garden sounding like they may actually be killing each other although having just checked a moment ago all is well and they are simply charging at each other with a John Deere tractor and a […]

I write to you this morning from the family Pattisson’s favourite place of Instow in North Devon where for the last 15 years we have always spent the October half term.  The weather is beyond wet and wild and it is quite simply perfect.  Edith, Bertie and I set off down to the beach this […]