Life on the farm, but not as you’ve ever known it
A bird of prey circles high above a patch of forest before nosediving into the green abyss. West Perthshire unfurls before us like a map, a patchwork of fields, shadowy sections of woodland and the A90 cutting through it all like an asphalt river. The main road is surprisingly majestic from up here and there are enough miles of single-track byways and fields between us to completely dull the sound of traffic. In the distance I glimpse the Tay Bridge and the bright lights of Dundee.
We’re at the...