Mental Health..

This has been probably the hardest blog post.. trying to string the words together has been difficult and I can’t believe in 2017 it’s still something no one can talk about. Mental health will have affected nearly everyone over their life span, some are just unlucky that they deal with it a lot younger than others. My personally experience with mental heath has been a battle I fight everyday since I was around 13. (But let’s not get into that!)

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Farmers around the world have been dealing with mental heath issues, such as depression, anxiety and suicidal thoughts so why aren’t we doing anything to help? The financial struggle for some farmers is enough to pack it all in after years of hard work.

Lots of farmers feel that there isn’t anyone to talk to and/or no one will understand, as farmers do have a lot of people depending on them, especially kids who live on the farm at home with parents getting a bit older and not being able to do as much as they used too.

Over the last few years mental health has been something which is getting easier to talk about and get support for, but for a lot of people, young or old it’s not enough. Action needs to be taken. I would like some of my followers and lovely reads to just take the time and reach out to a friend that is maybe having a bad time at the moment and help them.

I’m offering myself to anyone who needs help or just a chat to make the day easier! My inbox will be checked my regularly and I will always reply, no matter what time or day.

I am also raising money for a mental health charity called Visyon which is based in Cheshire.

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Dairy Industry… don’t worry, it’s good!

So my lovelies, today I completed my first morning and evening shift milking! I’ve never milked before so it was a bit scary for me, coming from a beef background I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into! But i can actually say it was such a good experience!

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My morning started with pushing the cows up into the collecting yard, then running them into the parlour. Once in, the cows udders were cleaned and the unit was put on. ( I never realised how heavy they are!) when the cow was dry, the unit would come off and clean the udders again and then ran through a foot bath which helps prevent lameness.

After being kicked, pooped and wee’ed on, the morning was done and I spend most of the day in front of the telly ( after I helped feed the pigs )

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The evening shift when a lot bette with no injuries and no mess ( well, no mess on me anyways!) the cows did the same as the morning and it perfect!

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Milk from cows on antibiotics was milked from the cow into a different tank and was thrown straight down the drains! I can’t stress this enough; the milk is never consumed by humans! Watching the milk been thrown away it really makes you think about a lot of dairy farms that are going out of business because of the supermarkets and it’s poor pay.

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The whole day was so enjoyable and I would encourage everyone who wants to give it a go, to do it! You’ll love it!

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Mali x

My farming life.

As we all know getting into farming is an impossible task, especially when you’re not from a farming background. I’ve grown up in Bedfordshire, quite town-like, not much farm land, but I have family who live in north Wales, who have their own farm and I’ve always been up to help, during lambing, TB testing and everything in between. I’m very hands on and have been since I was very young ( I lambed my first ewe on my own when I was 5) so I’m not fussy about getting down and dirty. Since I’ve been able to talk, I’ve always wanted to do something with animals and farming, once I left middle school, I started my high school, which had a farm on site and we was able to take it as a option. Most people chose art and history, I took triple farm, so I could spend most of my days there. I absolutely loved it.

For a girl to be on the farm, even only a few years ago it was very odd. All of my other classmate were boys, which meant I always had to work harder and prove myself, which i did, time and time again. From difficult lambing, ill piglets, aggressive chickens, everything. Being only 14 and knowing what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, came when I was in those lessons.

Once I finished school, I went on and did agriculture at college which was really eye-opening, more girls in my class made it so much better (still there was only 7 of us), I was still very hands on and work harder on the academic side as I wasn’t very good at that. Over the 2 years at college, I learnt so much which then encouraged me to apply for university. Getting into uni, showed me the if you apply yourself and something you love, you’ll receive. I work my arse off, to be in those lessons, but it was quite daunting as everyone else was from a farm and I came from a semi detached house in Bedford, which meant I had to prove myself once again, it’s hard when you feel very alone and not many people understanding why? Farming is a very alone job in itself, and I do enjoy animal company over human, but not having anyone is worst..

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I’m now moving back to uni, in the next few days, for my second year and I’m so proud of where I’ve come from. I’m happy and excited for the future

Next step; finding some land to rent/buy with my partner so I can finally live the dream. I’m so lucky to have someone who wants the same dream. Onwards and upwards my old mucker!

Mali x